The Alpha's Long Lost Sigma のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

⭐️ Aria POV ⭐️Deliberately, Kaden walked in slowly and stopped a breath away from me, that taunting smile still plastered on his face. He stood like a clockwork predator, hands in his pockets, as if time itself obeyed him.“Where the fuck am I?” I spat, every word hard as stone—contempt and rage wrapped together.Kaden didn’t bother to answer directly. He tilted his head, eyes cold as river ice. “How are you feeling now? You must be feeling like shit after Sherry’s death.” His voice dripped with venomous amusement. He knew that bringing this up would break me. I said nothing. My throat had turned to sand; words caught on the edges of the memory—Sherry’s last breath looping in my head like a ruined song.“Where am I?” I tried again, trying to lace my voice with indifference, but the lie tasted thin.“You felt it, didn’t you?” he whispered, leaning forward the smallest fraction. “The moment she died.”My body flinched before my brain could catch up.Kaden’s grin widened—slow, surgical

⭐Klaus POV⭐I stood in the middle of the deep forest, whirling and searching, my gaze frantically stripping the trees bare, left and right, like a madman chasing smoke. Nothing. Who the hell had just invaded the fortress of my mind like that? More critically: how had he done it? I had been trained to erect, reinforce, and block every fissure in my mind since the age of ten, to protect it against anyone daring to touch my consciousness.The presence was gone now—vanished as suddenly as it came. It felt less like an attack and more like a cold, malevolent breeze brushing against my consciousness and dissolving before I could follow it.I teleported instantly back to the castle, the need for action overriding the shock, and summoned Miranda, the pack's powerful witch. The intrusion could only be Kaden or his witch. If it was, it was also a reckless, arrogant blunder—a thread I could finally trace to the end, a path leading directly to Aria.“Klaus,”My mother’s voice came with panic—cut t

⭐️Aria POV⭐️I stepped out carefully.My heart was a wild thing in my chest, pounding so hard it felt like it might tear free of my ribs. Each beat echoed in my ears, loud and reckless, as if it were trying to betray me. My breaths came ragged and fast, scraped raw by panic, and I had to force myself to slow“quiet, quiet” I thought to myself even as adrenaline flooded my veins.I found myself standing in an open kitchen.Darkness pressed in from the windows, the night outside thick and watchful. Inside, the space was dimly lit, shadows clinging to every corner like they were alive. They were hiding. Afraid of being seen.As they should be.Two packs were hunting them now.My eyes swept the room quickly.It was a cottage.Small. Cramped. Stinking faintly of old food and neglect.To my left stood a narrow, closed door—plain wood, no markings. A bathroom, most likely. To my right, two messy cots sat side by side, sheets twisted and stained, food trays and leftovers scattered across them

⭐ Aria POV⭐It had been two days without food or water.I could barely sit up straight now without dizziness crashing over me, nausea rolling violently in my stomach. Every movement felt delayed, like my body was lagging behind my thoughts. Weak. Hollowed out.The witch had been checking on me almost every hour, she even put the medicine on my back herself because I couldn’t do it myself.She knew that I figured it out.She’d started to panic this morning when she came in and found the tray untouched—again. They’d expected me to break within a day. Expected hunger, pregnancy, and pain to force compliance. They were wrong.Despite my physical weakness and the agonizing pain in my back, my mind was clearer than it had been since they took me. My thoughts felt sharper. More focused. And beneath that clarity, something else stirred.Faint—but there.A flicker of power brushed against my senses, fragile yet undeniable. It was enough to make my pulse jump with hope.If I could sense myself

⭐ Aria POV ⭐Kaden stood in front of me with a sinister smirk carved across his face, and deep down, instinct already whispered the truth before my mind could fully grasp it.This wasn’t going to end well for one of us.Which begged the question:Who!?He took a careful, slow step toward me, his boots scraping faintly against the stone floor. His eyes dropped deliberately to the chains wrapped around my ankles, studying them like a coward hunter checking the strength of a trap before approaching wounded prey.Making sure I was still pinned down.Still powerless.Still his prisoner.“Did I wake you up?” he asked sarcastically.I said nothing.I only stared back at him with the same hatred and defiance that had survived every wound, every chain, every nightmare they had dragged me through.I wanted to stand up and rise in front of him the same way I had in front of the witch and watch fear crack through his arrogance.But my body was betraying me.Kaden’s gaze drifted toward the untouch