Alpha Alexander のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The wind howled gently outside the thick stone walls of the fortress, brushing the old windowpanes with the icy breath of the night. Candles burned low in the corners, their flames flickering like uncertain thoughts, casting golden shadows across the lavish chamber.Nivera stood by the mirror, adjusting the silk strap of her silvery satin gown. It draped over her like moonlight, clinging to her curves and falling softly around her bare feet. Her braid, usually so neat and meticulous, was arranged in a loose bun, tendrils of silvery-gold hair cascading over her shoulder. Her reflection stared back at her—nervous, beautiful, uncertain.She’d never waited like this before.Never wanted like this before.But tonight, she was sure of one thing—she couldn’t hold back any longer.She had to know if he was hers. If she meant anything to him beyond silence and protection.The door creaked open, pulling her out of her thoughts.Valerian entered slowly, wearing a heavy coat dusted with snow. His

The carriage rolled slowly along the forest path, creaking as it made its way through the snow-laced pines. The sky above was silver, stretched thin with clouds. Serena sat close to the window, her eyes distant, fingers pressed against the glass as she watched the world blur by.Alexandro sat across from her, silent but watchful. His arms were crossed, but his gaze hadn’t left her in a while. There was something in the air between them—charged, expectant, but brittle.After a long pause, Serena broke the silence.“What’s really going on between you and my father?”Alexandro didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, he met her eyes. “I told you. He didn’t want to give you to me. He thought I was a monster who would hurt his precious daughter.”Serena frowned. “My father wouldn’t have said that without a strong reason.”“There is a reason,” Alexandro said, his voice heavier now. “I suspect your father is still loyal to Valerian.”Her eyes widened. “What?”“He migrated here a long time ago, bu

Serena had never walked the path to her childhood home with a heavier heart. The snow crunched beneath her boots, but she hardly noticed. Her mind reeled with the truth she could no longer run from—she was a wolf. No matter how much she tried to push the thought away, no matter how many times she told herself it was a dream or a fluke, it kept coming back. The heightened senses, the haunting voice deep within, the way her body reacted to Alexandro’s presence—all undeniable.She had to know the truth. And there was only one person left who could give it to her.As she pushed open the familiar wooden gate of her home, her heart thudded painfully in her chest. The house looked as it always did—warm, welcoming, modest. Her brothers weren’t in sight, and the usual noise from the backyard training grounds was missing. She stepped inside, hoping for a moment alone with her father.To her surprise—and relief—he was there. Sitting near the hearth, his hands wrapped around a warm mug, his eyes

Life in the palace was more comfortable than Serena had ever imagined. She had every luxury at her fingertips, from the warm meals that were served on time to the fine fabrics draping the walls of her chamber, and the serenity that came with knowing she didn’t have to lift a finger if she didn’t wish to. But despite all that comfort, her heart and mind were far from at ease. The recent revelation about herself—the truth she never expected—had thrown her into a sea of confusion and frustration. She now knew she wasn’t just a human girl who happened to fall into the world of wolves. She was one of them. A wolf. And all her life, she had believed otherwise.She sat near the window, looking out at the distant mountains. The snow from the night before had settled in fine crystals over the rooftops, shimmering like a dream. But even the beauty of it all couldn’t soothe her thoughts. For years, she had struggled to keep up with the wolves around her. She had been told she was different, weak

Nivera stood by the arched window of her chamber, her fingers lightly tracing the frosty pane as her eyes followed the snowflakes spiraling from the sky. The cold outside was no match for the chill that had slowly crept into her heart these past few weeks. There was no denying it—Valerian had grown distant. He didn’t avoid her, not exactly, but the warmth in his gaze had dulled, and the conversations they once shared had dwindled into nothing more than pleasantries or silence. His aloofness was like a shadow cast over her every step in the fortress.She could still remember how his eyes used to linger on her when she entered a room, how the faintest touch of her hand would tighten his jaw or soften his tone. Those days felt like they belonged to someone else’s life. Now, he barely noticed her presence. The shift in his demeanor had left Nivera hollow. And for the first time, the siren who had always been proud of her silence and solitude found herself drowning in the noise of doubt.S