The Unchosen Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Twelve years earlier, at the burial ceremony in the Sanctuary grounds of the Aperture Pack. Mark “Thank you, everyone, for coming. May the Goddess be with us on this evening of mourning.” Jason’s voice was both firm and calm. Only those close to him would notice the nervous tick of his knee, bouncing as he stood behind the podium. Jason began his eulogy, speaking about the bond that Kyle and he had shared. The life they had built together as Alpha and Beta, the legacy of their friendship that would endure. He spoke of Kyle’s loyalty, his steadfast commitment to the pack, and his commitment to his friends. It was a beautiful speech; authentic, funny, moving, but raw, too. There wasn’t a dry eye on the podium. I wondered vaguely if I would ever mean that much to an Alpha. If I would ever have a bond that would mean so much to a

Eighteen years ago, Infirmary Deidre “True mates.” They were the first words Kyle had ever spoken to me, and the only ones that would ever matter. Eyes still locked on one another, I spoke to Irene. “Leave.” I heard her sharp inhale of breath as she scrambled from the room, slamming the door behind her. Even as the sound of the door echoed across the room, I didn’t flinch. He took a step closer to me, face inches from my own.  He was tall, muscular and lean. His silvery tangle of blond hair framed his face, a few loose waves touching my skin. The touch was mundane but the sensation was elec

Eighteen years ago, Pack House, Beta SuiteKyleShe stared at me from across the room, unblinking. At first I didn’t think she had heard me.“Mistra?” I tried to make my voice as calm as possible.She continued to stare, a haunting look. She wasn’t really seeing me, but her face grew pale. Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders.“Mistra?” I said louder.“You… mated….?” It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded.A look of incredulity washed over her.

Eighteen years ago, Beta Apartment, Pack houseKyle“Pregnant?”“I know.” My body was trembling. With excitement, with love, with sadness…“Pregnant.” Mistra repeated.“Yes.”“And she’s keeping it?”“Yes.”“This is not what we planned on.” She rose from the couch, her anger rising with her body.“We didn’t see this coming, Missy. You have to know that.”“Don’t call me that anymore!”

Eleven years ago, Deidre’s apartmentDeidreThe next morning, I barely had the energy to open my door for the paper. Mistra’s visit had left me confused. I thought that perhaps I had finally gotten through to her; she had acknowledged that her children were the products of true mates. She couldn’t get rid of me entirely. I thought vaguely of the death threat she had screamed at me before leaving. I’d have to think about that later. I was still drained physically and emotionally from grief.I didn’t feel like having coffee. Maybe something stronger? No. Alcohol and grief did not mix. I knew better than that. I started the coffee pot, then, impatient for it to brew, opened my door and picked up the paper. I threw it on the table, poured myself a cup,