The Rogue Alpha's Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Rya POV“I can’t seem to find him,” Sabrina said, her voice laced with frustration.I stopped pacing abruptly, my nails digging into my palms as I turned to face her. “What do you mean you can’t find him?” The weight of my words hung heavily between us, a sharp edge to my tone as the frustration inside me became unbearable. Hours. It had been *hours* since we learned Reagan had been kidnapped by that lunatic Carlos, and now, our last hope seemed to be slipping away.“You’re a witch,” I said, stepping closer to her, my voice rising. “Use your witch stuff and locate him!”Sabrina glanced at Otis, then back at me, her shoulders tense as she took a slow, steadying breath. “It’s not that simple, okay? I’m trying, but it’s like there’s something—someone—blocking the spell. I just can’t track him.” Her voice cracked, the pressure wearing her down.I scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. “Keep trying.”Otis moved towards me, his face softening in concern. “Rya, maybe we should calm down…”“Cal

Reagan's POV We circled each other like predators in a deadly dance—myself, Otis, and Carlos—each of us tense, eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Carlos glanced at me, then flicked his gaze to Otis, his lips curling into a smug grin."Well, this seems a little unfair, don’t you think? Two against one? I’d say that’s cheating," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.I smirked, enjoying the way his anger simmered beneath the surface. "If you’re such a coward," I began, my tone casual but cutting, "then just ask." I glanced over at Otis and gave a sharp nod. "Stand down."Otis hesitated, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Reagan, you can’t be serious—"I cut him off, my voice firm and unyielding. "You don’t intervene. Even if Carlos is slitting my throat, you don’t move." My words barely left my lips when Carlos lunged forward, his fist connecting with my jaw in a brutal blow that sent me crashing into the wall.I groaned as I pulled myself up from the ground. Carlos laughed,

Guinevere's POVIt had been weeks since Reagan last spoke to me. Each day passed in agonizing silence, the weight of his absence pressing heavily on my chest. He carried on with his life, attending meetings, traveling for business concerning the pack, and yet... he never once looked at me. Not a glance, not a word. He made sure to avoid me entirely, no matter where we were, as though I no longer existed.And for reasons I couldn’t explain, that emptiness, that void where his attention used to be, left my heart feeling stifled, as though something vital had been ripped away.I knew I had hurt him. I knew I deserved his anger, his rejection. But this silence, this coldness—it was unbearable. And as my punishment, Jacob was assigned to be my constant shadow, like a watchdog. His presence, hovering behind me, was a constant reminder of Reagan’s mistrust. Every step I took, Jacob was there, his eyes never leaving me. I had proven I couldn’t be trusted, and now, I was under constant surveil

Reagan's POV“A…” I started, but before I could say more, she interrupted me with a soft chuckle.“You actually answered,” Andrea murmured, her voice faint, tinged with disbelief. “Here I was thinking you wouldn’t, considering you’ve been avoiding me.” There was a softness to her words, the hint of sadness buried beneath her attempt at lightness.I could hear the loud background music through the phone, telling me exactly where she was. A familiar heaviness settled in my chest. "Stay there, I'm coming," I said before hanging up.I stood for a moment, taking a deep breath before I walked out of the room.***As soon as I entered the bar, the loud music hit me, mixing with the smell of alcohol and sweat. My eyes quickly found Jacob, standing nearby, his posture rigid. Across from him, slumped at a table, was Andrea, drinking alone."How is she?" I asked, keeping my voice low as I approached.Jacob's gaze flicked to Andrea before answering, "She’s been here a while… won’t talk to anyone,

Guinevere's POV“God, I hate him!” I burst out as I barged into Alex's house, tossing my jacket on a nearby chair.Alex looked up, surprised, crossing her arms. “I get that he’s mad, but does he have to be such an asshole?” I fumed, pacing the room.“Ugh, I just want to…” My words trailed off as I noticed Alex standing in a short robe, her arms folded. Behind her, a shirtless man was reaching for his shirt, a slight smirk on his face.“Oh, I’m...so sorry.” I stammered, instantly regretting my dramatic entrance.“It’s fine,” Alex said, shrugging with a playful smile.The man chuckled, pulling on his shirt. “I should be going,” he said, leaning down to give Alex a quick kiss before slipping out the door.As soon as he was gone, I grimaced, my cheeks hot. “I’m so sorry, Alex, I didn’t know you had company.”She waved her hand, unbothered. “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ll just have an excuse to see him again.” She winked, then motioned for me to sit down on the couch. “Now, let’s get to it. Why