Accidentally Claimed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

RUBY​"Pardon my men for being rough," Duncan said, his tone deceptively apologetic. "They are just animals with no idea how to treat a woman."​He stepped closer. I tried to lean away, but there was nowhere to go. His hand came up suddenly, his fingers threading into my hair, and before I could react, he brought the dark strands to his face and sniffed deeply. The act was an intimate, possessive violation that made bile rise in my throat.​"So soft," he murmured, and with his free hand, he produced a small, black pair of scissors and casually snipped off a few strands. A cold, hard knot formed in my stomach. I realized instantly that if I want survive this, then I needed to be brave; any sign of weakness would mean he'd finish me quickly. ​He then dropped the remaining hair with disdain and began circling around me slowly, his scarred face gleaming under the harsh industrial light, making my skin crawl. After completing two full revolutions he finally came to a stop then pulled the

Ethan moved first. The punch came out of nowhere, a blur of motion and raw power that cracked across Duncan’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. But Duncan only laughed, wiping the blood that trickled from his lip with the back of his hand.“Good,” he rasped, grinning. “I was hoping you’d make me bleed.”He lunged, and the two collided like thunder meeting stone. Fists met flesh with sickening force. Every strike Ethan threw was fueled by rage, the thought of Ruby bound and terrified, of Duncan’s filthy hands anywhere near her, but Duncan absorbed the hits like a man too broken to feel pain. He fought with wild precision, a predator’s rhythm with every move honed by violence and insanity.Ethan slammed him against a pillar, the concrete cracked beneath the impact, and Duncan retaliated with a brutal elbow that split Ethan’s lip. For a moment, they were nothing but movement and blood, two forces too far gone for mercy, too consumed to care who fell first.Then Duncan staggered back, c

RUBY​The moment the door clicked shut behind Ethan, the sterile quiet of the infirmary became deafening. I stared at the empty space where he’d stood, my pulse still echoing with his last words: You can hate me all you want. At least you will be safe.Safe. The word twisted like a knife, the tears that I had held back finally broke free, silent and scalding. Nothing about everything here feels like safety. In this world, freedom meant confinement. I can't believe I was freed from one madman only to be claimed by another, more powerful one who cloaked his frightening power in restraint. His calm voice was more dangerous than Duncan's rage, promising me safety while stripping me of every choice.​The sheer frustration of my helplessness was immense. I tried to shift, attempting to leverage my weak body off the bed, but Zoey, the doctor, gently held me down. "Please, Ruby. You need to rest," she said softly.​I turned my face into the pillow, muffling the sound of my sob. My freedom ha

Before Ruby could even process her last thought, the van slowed, then rolled to a stop before a breathtaking structure, a vast, modern building of glass and stone that gleamed under the soft morning light. The main house was nothing like the primitive fortress she had imagined; it was elegant, imposing, and alive with quiet purpose.The door opened, and she immediately noticed the small crowd waiting. They weren’t bystanders, they were his people, his trusted circle. The air shifted as Ethan stepped out first, the weight of his authority rippling through the group like an invisible command. Heads bowed slightly, some with open reverence, others with quiet discipline.Jason, Ethan's Beta, approached first, his expression a mix of relief and steel, his stance that of a man still on edge after a long hunt.​"Welcome back, Alpha, Luna," he said, his voice deep and steady, offering a slight, respectful bow and a small, genuine smile as Ruby jumped down from the van.​Ethan responded with a

​Whitney followed Olivia in a confused, disgruntled silence. The Omega led her upstairs and through a corridor that felt impossibly grand, eventually stopping at a suite door. The moment Olivia opened it, Whitney forgot her anger, her confusion, and even her desire to rush back to Ruby.​The room was stunning. It wasn't just large; it was a masterpiece of luxury. Sunlight streamed in from a wide balcony overlooking the vast, manicured grounds. The walls were painted a soothing sage green, accented by antique wood paneling. The bed was enormous, heaped with expensive linens, and a velvet chaise lounge sat invitingly in one corner. There was a walk-in closet and a private bathroom that looked like it belonged in a five-star spa, all marble and chrome.​Whitney slowly stepped over the threshold, her small duffel bag dropping unnoticed to the polished wooden floor. She had never, ever, dreamed of staying in a place like this. Her tiny, cluttered apartment suddenly felt a million miles awa