ログインShe was never meant to see him kill. Now, she’s his prisoner. When Claire stumbled into the wrong mansion on a stormy night, she thought she was running from danger—until she met Damien Voss, the man everyone calls the Alpha. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He rules a world built on secrets, loyalty, and blood. And now, Claire is part of it. But Damien doesn’t just want obedience. He wants her—mind, body, and soul. What begins as captivity turns into something far more dangerous: desire. Because in his arms, pleasure and punishment blur, and every secret she uncovers drags her deeper into his darkness. Between betrayal, bloodlines, and forbidden heat, Claire must decide if the monster who took her captive is her enemy… or the only man who can set her free. A dark, addictive, and emotionally charged romance. Contains explicit sexual scenes, mature themes, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion is advised.
もっと見る「久遠さん!しっかり!」
ストレッチャーに載せられ、救急車へ運ばれる私は、腹部を襲う激しい痛みに、不安はますます募っていく。スマホの画面に付いた血の跡に構う余裕もなく、発信音を聞きながら、視界が少しずつ滲んでいく……足の間を伝わる生温い感覚、止めどなく流れているであろう体内から排出される血。それと対比して私の体温は下がって行く。救急車の中の医療スタッフの切迫した声が響く。
プツ……
電話が繋がった。
「……用件は?」
スマホから聞こえて来る冷たい声。夫の久遠湊の声だ。その声は落ち着き払っていて、私とは少しでも言葉を交わしたくないという感情がその声のトーンで読み取れる。
「湊……大変なの……私、血が、出て……赤ちゃんが……」
一瞬の静寂。答えが返って来ないその数秒は私にとって何よりも長く感じた。
「血……? 赤ちゃん?」
湊の声は“私が何を言っているのか全く分からない”といった雰囲気だ。そして大きな溜息が聞こえ、湊が冷たく言う。
「同じ手口を何度使うつもりだ?」
スマホの向こうからガヤガヤと声がしている。
「俺は忙しいんだ、君も知っているだろう? 君の芝居に付き合っている暇は無いんだよ」
私は涙を流しながら言う。
「違うの……本当に……!」
そこまで言って痛みが走る。言葉が切れてしまう。それでも伝えなくちゃいけないと思い、言う。
「今、救急車で……運んで貰ってて……」
その時だった。
「湊さん、誰と話してるの?」
スマホの向こうから女性の声がする。柔らかく甘えた口調、そしてその声の主を私は知っている。その声を聞いた瞬間、思わず息を呑み、心臓が強く跳ねる。
柔らかく甘えた口調、そしてその声……まさか、彼女……?
―——そんなはず、ない……
「くるみ……何でも無いんだ。大丈夫」
湊の言葉は重い一撃のように、私がずっと目を背けてきた予感を容赦なく裏づけた。
――くるみ……やはり、彼女だった。我が家の家政婦の娘の名前。
(湊は今、彼女と一緒に居る……どうして彼女と一緒に居るの?)
「ねぇ、湊さん、一緒に検査結果を聞きに行ってくれない?」
甘えるような声でそういう彼女に湊がふわっと笑うのがスマホ越しでも分かる。“何でも無いんだ”その一言を聞いただけでも分かる。私と話す時と彼女と話す時の声のトーンやその態度の違い。あんなに優しい声で話す湊は、私はもう何年も見ていない。
(でも、どうして……?湊は今……なぜ彼女と一緒にいるの?)
その疑問が、頭の中でグルグル回る。鼓動が激しくなり、息が苦しい。流産の危機に瀕しているから、鼓動が激しいのだと自分に言い聞かせる。私は震える体で息を吸い込み、血のついたスマホを握り締め、何度となく浮かんでは消える同じ質問を言葉にする。
「湊……何でくるみと……どうして……」
直後、スマホの向こうでアナウンスが流れる。
「愛沢くるみさん、妊婦検診でお待ちの愛沢さん、診察室三番へどうぞ~」
それが聞こえて来た次の瞬間にはプツッと通話が切れ、ツーツーツーと冷たい電子音が響いていた。
妊婦検診――
その言葉が私の心を引き裂く。
乾いた笑いが込み上げて来る。笑っている筈なのに涙が溢れて止まらない。もう手に力が入らなかった。手からスマホが滑り落ち、救急車の床にスマホが乾いた音を立てて、転がった。
(……そうだったのね)
両脚の間に温かい感触が伝わり、体内の血液は止めどなく流れ出す。それに反して私の体温は少しずつ下がっていく。
なんて、滑稽なんだろう。
私が流産の危機に瀕している時。
私の夫は他の女の妊婦検診に付き添っている。
しかもその女は、私の家の家政婦の娘だ。
「久遠さん、点滴をしますよ」
医療スタッフがそう言い、私の腕に針を刺す。痛い筈のその感覚を私はもう無くしていた。
乾いた笑いが込み上げる。すぐに痛みが走って笑っていられなくなる。手が冷たくなっていき、感覚が無くなっていく。医師である自分でもこの状態が良くない事は分かっている。
(きっと、もう、ダメ、なのよね……)
意識が朦朧とする中で、私はもう二度と目覚めたくない、と心から思った。
Claire’s POVI woke up slowly.Not because I wanted to — but because my body felt different.I grunted heavily as my whole body felt wildered.For a second, I didn’t move. I didn’t open my eyes. I just lay there, breathing, letting the unfamiliar weight of the moment press into me. The sheets were tangled around my legs, soft and unfamiliar against my skin, and the air smelled faintly of smoke and something darker. Something male.My chest tightened.No.My eyes flew open.Sunlight spilled through tall curtains, cutting across the room in pale gold lines. It was morning. Not late night. Not shadows and secrets.Morning.Reality crashed into me all at once as flashbacks weighed on me.This wasn’t my room.My heart started pounding so loudly I was convinced it might wake him.Him.I turned my head slowly, dread curling tight in my stomach.Lucian was still asleep beside me. And he was fast asleep with his cock softened. Just then i remembered how he used that dick of his to drill a hole
The air rushed past me and it was so cold, sharp and endless.For a split second, I felt weightless—like nothing mattered anymore. Like the fear, the blood, the threats, the suffocating walls of this house had finally loosened their grip.Then—A hand caught my wrist tightly. “Claire!”The force jerked my body violently, pain shooting up my arm as my weight snapped backward. My fingers scraped against the metal railing, skin burning as my grip slipped.I gasped, heart slamming against my ribs.Lucian held me so tightly and I could see the fear in his eyes. His hand was locked around mine, veins bulging, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. He leaned dangerously over the balcony edge, his other hand gripping the rail for balance.“Hold on,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare let go.”I laughed weakly through tears. “Why?”His eyes flashed. “Because I said so.”My fingers trembled. My arm ached. Gravity tugged at me like it was impatient.“I’m tired,” I whispered. “I’m so t
I didn’t realize I was dying until my lungs started screaming.A hand clamped around my throat—strong, mercilessly pinning me hard against the tiled wall of the bathroom. Water sprayed uselessly around us, bouncing off skin and porcelain, slicking the floor beneath my feet.My hands flew up instinctively, clawing at the wrist crushing my windpipe.“El—” The sound died in my throat.Elara’s face hovered inches from mine, eyes blazing, jaw tight with fury. There was no hesitation in her grip. No doubt. Just rage.“I warned you,” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut. “I warned you what would happen if anything touched my brother.”I shook my head violently, panic exploding through me. My vision blurred at the edges as pressure tightened.“I didn’t—” I tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a broken wheeze.Her fingers dug in harder.“Don’t lie to me,” she snapped. “Damien came home bleeding. Blood on his clothes. On his hands. And now you want me to believe you had nothi
While in the car, we didn’t say anything to each other. I was so lost, replaying the incident in my head and the gun pointed to my head.The engine hummed beneath us, steady and indifferent, but my thoughts were anything but. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly in my lap, staring straight ahead as the road blurred past the window.I couldn’t stop seeing it.The gun.The man.Damien’s hand—The sound of the shot replayed in my head like a broken recording. Over and over. The way Damien had moved so fast and so sure, how he hadn’t hesitated for even a second before putting himself between me and death.And then how easily he’d killed the man afterward.My stomach churned.I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my chest tight like I hadn’t taken a full breath since it happened. I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at Damien without him noticing.Blood stained his clothes. Dark, ugly patches across his sleeve, his knuckles, the cuff of his shirt.My fault.The t
The blade hovered between us, gleaming under the low light.My fingers twitched.The man hung from the ceiling like something already dead. Chains dug into his wrists, his skin torn and swollen, blood trailing down his chest in slow, sticky lines. His head lolled forward, chin slick with red. Every
I tried every door. Locked. Another one. Locked. Another— This one gave a little. I pushed harder. It creaked open on its own. The darkness inside wasn’t just dark — it felt alive. I hesitated at the threshold, listening. Nothing but the rain and my pulse thudding in my ears. Then a sound —
I’d stopped counting the hours. My head was pounding. My throat was dry. I wanted out and I wanted air. I sat up, pushing the blanket off. “This is insane,” I muttered to no one. “Completely insane.” The flashback of the store owner lying lifeless in the pool of his own blood with a beast beside
There was a knock on the door. I grunted but drag myself off the bed and open the door. It’s the same old woman from before, the quiet one with the calm, empty eyes. She flashes her eyes quickly on me but brushed them away as though scared of me“Mr. Damien requests your presence downstairs for






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