Mated To The Bad Boy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The grand hall buzzed with excitement, a sea of unfamiliar faces surrounding me. I stood awkwardly by the refreshment table, feeling like a fish out of water. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and anticipation, making it hard to breathe. I swirled my drink absent-mindedly, the coolness of the glass a stark contrast to the warmth of the crowded room.My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Axel. He had promised to stay by my side, but he was nowhere to be seen. Typical. I sighed, resigned to weathering this storm alone. The faces around me blurred together - wolves from various packs, all dressed to the nines. And here I was, feeling like a reluctant observer in a world I didn't belong to.I picked at the thin sheet cake on my plate, having lost interest in actually eating it. The sweetness in the air mingled with the sharper scent of alcohol, making my head spin. Or maybe that was just the exhaustion setting in. Either way, I was ready for this night to be over."Did it hurt whe

A TASTE OF POWERThe soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, my fingers absently tracing the intricate patterns on the silk duvet. The room smelled faintly of lavender, a scent I'd come to associate with this strange new home. It was meant to be calming, I supposed, but nothing could truly soothe the storm of emotions raging inside me.I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. For a moment, I allowed myself to pretend that this was all a dream—that I'd wake up back in my old room, in my old life, where I was just Thalia. Not a Luna. Not the mate of the most feared Alpha in all the packs.A soft knock shattered my illusion."Thalia?" Billie's warm voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you decent?"I sighed, straightening my posture. "Come in, Billie."The door opened, and Billie stepped inside. I blinked in surprise. Gone was the casual, friendly girl I'd spent the day with.

ZephryThe council room felt like a cage. A cage filled with bickering alphas who couldn’t understand the word *no* if it hit them square in the face. “Let us reconsider, Alpha Zephry!” The Alpha of the Western Sea Pack's voice rang out, trying to pull me back to the table. But I’d had enough.I rose to my feet, towering over the assembled alphas for just a moment, letting them feel the weight of my silence before turning my back on them and striding toward the door. Behind me, I heard my second-in-command, Kobee, scrambling to follow. As soon as we reached the hallway, I slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the windows.The rage simmered inside me like a fire that wouldn’t die down. My hands were clenched tight as I raked them through my hair, trying to shake off the boil in my blood. My fingers gripped the edge of my desk, and in a swift, unthinking motion, I swept everything off it—papers, clipboards, the damn lamp. All of it clattered to the floor in a chaotic mess. I f

I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight at the Ball. Billie had warned me that it was a huge deal, especially for the Luna’s. Every Alpha from the Allied Packs would be there with their Luna’s and Beta’s in tow. Billie, of course, was tagging along as Zephry’s younger sister. I still couldn’t fathom having him as a brother—his arrogance and the way he carried himself like he was the top dog of everyone around him drove me insane. But despite all the frustration, I had to remind myself that I knew very little about him. I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, even though it felt like a lifetime of being stuck with an Alpha who had a short fuse and zero respect for anyone. I knew this was my destiny, though. I had no choice. I had to fulfill it."Okay, this is where I leave you to it, Thalia," Billie said, her voice playful as she watched Kobee and Rosco slip deeper into the crowd, their figures blending with the sea of people. Their suits and masks made them unrecognizable, just like everyone e

I barely escaped Zephry’s wrath for being a minute late, though a twinge of relief hit me when he let my lateness slide. But more surprising than his patience was his unexpected approval of the outfit Billie left for me—a dress more daring than anything I’d usually wear. It felt like a new chapter in Zephry’s book, one where he seemed more like an ally than a tyrant, though I knew better than to trust appearances.As I came downstairs, dressed in the deep crimson gown that hugged my figure in places I wasn’t sure he’d even allow, his gaze latched onto me. The car ride that followed was thick with tension. Every time I glanced out the window, I could feel his eyes sweeping over me, lingering on the exposed expanse of my back, revealed by the dress's plunging cut. The fabric felt whisper-thin under his gaze, and I was all too aware of the bare skin he could see. His eyes roamed with an intensity that made me feel both vulnerable and oddly defiant, as if I were somehow challenging him by