My Twin Alpha Valentines のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

(Tyler's POV)The aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables filled the air as we sat around Alpha Jack's rustic dining table. My stomach growled, reminding me just how long it had been since we'd eaten a proper meal.The exhaustion from hours awake and the stress of trying to track down Kate weighed me down, but the smell of food seemed to give me a spike of energy.Takoda grabbed extra plates and cutlery from the kitchen, setting them in front of Ryder and I before heading back to the kitchen and returning with a large roasting dish between two oven mitts.Alpha Jack gave him a nod and I wondered where the Luna might be, but it felt wrong to ask."Go ahead," Jack smiled, gesturing to the food on the table as Takoda took his place."Thank you," Ryder and I said gratefully. helping ourselves to the delicious-looking roast with vegetables.As we ate, Takoda leaned forward, his dark eyes curious. "So, what's your plan?" he asked, looking between Ryder and me. "How are you going to get

(Ryder's POV)I'm pretty sure Tyler had been on the verge of throwing a punch in my direction, but when he heard that I was speaking to Jenna, he seemed to deflate, the tension suddenly leaving his body in a slow exhale.“What did she say?” he asked after I had ended the call, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and exhaustion.I sighed deeply before replying. “She said she’d try, but she’s not exactly close with Harlan. So I guess the chances of him opening up and sharing all the details of how he kidnapped her best friend probably aren't all that high,” I replied, feeling a gnawing disappointment settle over my chest.Tyler gave a small nod, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It was a good idea,” he admitted, his voice soft. “Let’s hope she can help.”He clapped me on the back, a gesture of solidarity that I hadn't realized I needed right now. Then he turned, leading the way back to Alpha Jack’s house. I followed, my mind still racing with all kinds of plans and plots to get her

(Katelyn's POV)I settled back into the bed beside Harlan, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he'd hear it. To my immense relief, he seemed to be fast asleep. No wandering hands, no intense stares, just the steady rise and fall of his chest. I let out a breath of relief and stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus.Okay, Kate, I thought to myself. You've got a handle on the visions. That's something. But now we need to figure out how this dream thing works.So far, it had been completely random. But I really needed it to work now. I needed to figure this out so that I could somehow slip into Harlan's dream. Maybe I could convince him to show me where he'd hidden the key for the door. Or better yet, maybe I could just convince him to let me go.I looked over at Harlan's sleeping form. If he were awake, I might've been able to peek into his memories to see where he'd put the key. But there was no way in hell I was going to try and pry his eyes open now to get a glimpse. I wanted to g

I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving with every breath as I gasped for air, the final remnants of the dream clinging to me, continuing to suffocate me.My hands instinctively reached for my throat, fingers grazing the tender skin that still burned from where Harlan had wrapped his hand around it. From where I had desperately clawed at it trying to pry his fingers away so that I could breathe. There was no sign of the altercation now though, and I sighed in relief.My head was still spinning from the vision. Had it been real? Was it the past? Was it the future? Was it just a dream? Or was I really some kind of conduit for the Moon Goddess?Harlan lay beside me, still in a deep sleep. His face was relaxed and he looked so innocent, almost boyish in his sleep, which made my stomach churn.It felt like the vision had to have been real, but it was all so vague. The power I’d felt... that wasn’t me. That was something else. Something beyond me. The thought of being a channel for the Moo

(Jenna's POV)Nathan's kiss was passionate and insistent and I got swept away like a piece of driftwood on the ocean in a storm. My brain screamed at me to stop, to pull away, to remind myself why I was really here. But my body... my body had other ideas.There was a comfort in his touch, a familiarity that I didn't want to part with again. It had been so painful the first time and I didn't want to feel that pain again. I just wanted to fall back into the rhythm we had once shared. I wanted to allow muscle memory to do its thing and just carry on where we had left off a year ago.I hated how much he still affected me, how easily he could make me forget why I should be mad at him. How one kiss could pull me back in time and erase all the pain and hurt and betrayal.Maybe we never really did end things properly... maybe we never got the closure we needed. I thought I had, but now... I mean, clearly I had been wrong.I finally pulled away, breaking the kiss and taking a step back. My ches