Treasured by the Alpha Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

||Alpha Alan|| A crushing weight of depression settled on me. Returning from the Conference and facing my mother's harsh confrontation had broken my last defense. I couldn't stop thinking about Claire, my ex-mate, the Luna I had completely destroyed and lost. Everything felt backward. I had expected Claire to be ruined, to sink into misery after my rejection and the breaking of our bond. Instead, she was triumphant. She was now the Luna Princess, and my son—our son—belonged to another man. My wolf, Raul, thrashed inside me at the thought, a furious, primal growl. He hated this reality. He hated me for what I had done to Claire. The most agonizing truth was that Raul still loved Claire and her wolf fiercely. He had never once connected with Olivia or her wolf. "What are you thinking about, Alpha?" Olivia's voice was overly sweet as she slid onto my lap, placing a glass of strong whiskey in my hand. "Please, don't torment yourself. Your parents are wrong. You did the righ

||Claire|| “The view up here is amazing Gramps," a small, delighted voice of my son cut through the air. " I told you the world is full of beauty.” the King, Calvin's grandfather, boomed proudly. I heard my son giggling already. "Stop encouraging the boy, Preston. You are going to come down from there, Cal. You are going to fall on your butt," the Queen admonished, her tone strict but lacking real heat. Calvin laughed, high and clear. "Just a minute more, Granny.” He mumbled. “Gramps will catch me before I make it to the ground. Won't you Gramps?" "Of course, Champs. I’m here for you. Take all the time you need up there," the King cooed, and then nervously squirmed under the glare of the Queen. The King and Queen started arguing, the Queen thinking Calvin is too small to be climbing trees and that the King is over spoiling Calvin in which I completely agree but the King also argued back that Calvin was the future King, and he deserves to be pampered and be strong at the

||Claire|| It had been a glorious, deceitful day. The air was thick with the scent of celebration, a mask over the deeper, wilder reality of our lives. The Gamma couple had given us a son, and the entire pack was out, reveling in the birth of the future Gamma. Balloons glittered like captured sunlight, strung between the trees, and the field was a vibrant canvas of flowers. Soft music was an audible hum beneath the general, contented chatter. A gentle breeze snagged my chocolate-brown hair. I watched Vivi and Brendan laughing as they played with the children in the swimming pool. Beside it, on the edge of the clearing, older pack members moved with graceful, easy steps across the dance floor. Then I felt it—the predatory intensity of my mate’s gaze. I turned my head and watched Clayton saunter toward me. In a simple black T-shirt and shorts, he looked casual, yet every movement was charged. He moved with a warrior's grace and a playful, dangerous smirk, the kind of look that ma

||Alpha Clayton|| I pulled back from him, gripping his shoulders. What was I going to tell Calvin? How do I break the news to my son that his beloved mother was taken? I felt incompetent, miserable, and weak for not being able to protect my woman! Damn you, Wyatt! Damn you! I should have killed you years ago! I held back because, after all, he was family on my mother’s side. That was a grave mistake. I knew Wyatt hated me because I was the Prince, not him. But I did nothing, thinking he was harmless. I should have stopped him by all means. FUCK! Fuck him! Fuck blood! Fuck family! “Alpha, get your emotions under control. Your mate needs you to be in control. This is not the time to reminisce about the past,” Bredon expressed, his voice firm. He was right. I wiped the tears and scrubbed all expression from my face. Rage burned inside me, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Havoc was furious; he was awakening, and there was nothing I could do to stop the transformation. H

||Claire|| But the silence didn't last. It was quickly replaced by the agonizing screams of men. Their shouts were heartbreaking, raw with pain. It went on for what felt like hours, slowly evolving. The screams turned into roars. Dangerous. Evil. They sounded exactly like the wendigoes. I instantly understood what was happening deep inside the cave. Wyatt was following through on his promise. He was creating his army of wendigoes. I pressed my hands over my ears, trying to block the demonic noise, but the sound felt lodged in my skull. I didn't remember the last time I had cried, but the sheer, agonizing evil of the roars—and the knowledge that I was trapped here while Wyatt built his army—snapped something inside me. Twelve hours of terror finally caught up, crashing down in a sickening, breathless wave that left me shaking and gasping on the cold floor. The sharp, lonely click of a high heel hitting the concrete floor snapped me back to the present. I stared into the di