Alpha's Substitute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Blossom POV The baby shower went off seamlessly, and everyone seemed to enjoy the games arranged for the women. I received numerous lovely gifts for the baby, which I know I'll be even more grateful for soon. Meanwhile, the men followed Caleb to the villa's yard as he introduced them to Boo during feeding time. Dean reflected quietly, "This was much simpler than the grand extravaganza Diana and Caleb had initially planned. Somehow, the simplicity made it more special; it was refreshing to have a straightforward party." As the evening drew to a close and guests started departing, Dean and I thanked everyone for coming and expressed our appreciation. Diana joined Maria and a few other housekeepers in tidying up, despite Caleb's insistence that she didn't have to. Once the last guests had left, I urged Diana to pause her cleaning so we could talk in the kitchen. Diana, a little anxious, finished up before heading into the villa. She entered through the back door and found Dean and m

Blossom POV Priscilla lets loose a laugh that sounds more like an over-the-top, boisterous cackle—something that might be forced to incite laughter in others, but in Priscilla's case, it's genuine. After she finishes, she takes off her glasses, breathing onto the lenses to clear them, using the hem of her stained t-shirt to wipe away the smudges. I can't help but smile when I notice Priscilla has a mole on her chin, just like my father did. Up until now, I hadn't realized how unique that trait was. Seeing her in a new light, I tell her, "Priscilla, I'm not going to pretend I know the revised code sections and ordinances. I'd have a better shot at guessing how old those glasses are or the story behind that shirt. Even Dean wouldn't have a clue," I add, glancing at Dean, who gives me a 'don't drag me into this' look. Priscilla sits back down, her expression far softer than before, and she seems less like the eccentric character I first perceived. "Today marks the start of your train

Blossom POV I heard Priscilla say, "Welcome to the airwaves, dear." "Wait, I can hear you now?" I asked, surprised. "You've always been able to hear everything, Blossom. You just need to learn to control the volume of things that don't serve you—like conflicts among friends or debates with your partner. Overthinking daily choices, like what to wear, can drown out the important messages the world is trying to convey. Are you following me?" Priscilla's lessons were beginning to resonate with me. "The airwaves, then?" I asked for clarification. "Yes," she replied. "The airwaves consist of every frequency that maintains the fabric of creation. When you think or feel, you're transmitting frequencies along these airwaves. This is how you connect with your unborn child. He may not be 'alive' in the traditional sense now, but he was very much alive as recently as you and I perceive it. Think of it like this: he's nearer to his last life than you are to this birth, ready to release past

Blossom POV When Dean finally manages to stifle his laughter at the revelation I've just shared, he stares up at the ceiling and says, "I always thought he only said that to motivate me to work harder. Maybe it was a tactic to break me down so he could rebuild me into the perfect obedient soldier-son." "Aries said you were adopted?" I ask, searching his expression. "He never came right out and said it, but there have always been hints since childhood. I assumed Ares was more emotionally available for Caleb because I was destined for Alphahood and wasn't supposed to be groomed for emotions. I often felt like an outsider during family gatherings, like I didn't belong. There's only one part of this that troubles me deeply," Dean pauses. "Your mother?" I fill in the blank, and he nods. "Why couldn't she tell me? I never felt that the love she gave me was any different from what she gave Caleb. So why wouldn't she have just told me eventually? I need to see her. I need to talk to my m

Blossom POV Yet rather than feel grief, Dean finds a strange sense of relief. Part of him believes that all of Boo's essence has returned to his soul. Another part wonders if Boo simply ran off because no one was caring for him. He realizes he needs clarity, so he decides to talk to Jovielyn to confirm that his dream wasn't just a figment of his imagination. I sense it wasn't just a dream either. I reassure Dean that I heard the same deep voice when my parents welcomed me into the Lycan royal family. He believes me, yet he still craves validation about all the other details. There are too many questions swirling in his mind. The absence of Priscilla at the villa disappoints me, as Dean is eager to consult her about everything that has transpired. Maria mentions, "She probably went to see Jovielyn." "Okay, that's where we need to go then. I'm sure that mom will love meeting her grandson," Dean responds to me. "Come on! We just got home! Can we at least stay for one night?" I plea