Alpha's Dilemma : Claiming My Golden Wolf Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

HAZEL POVI stared at the next page of Lucian's diary. The drawing was incredibly detailed - far more sophisticated than the earlier ones. It showed a couple standing in front of a house, a baby cradled in their arms. But what made my skin crawl was how Lucian had drawn dark lines crossing out the baby's face, the strokes so angry they'd torn through the paper."Lucian..." I whispered, touching the page gently. "What is this?"He let out a bitter laugh. "That's them. My biological parents. And their replacement child.""Replacement?" The word felt heavy in my mouth."Ten years ago, I found them." His voice was eerily calm. "They had this perfect little life in the suburbs. Nice house, good jobs... and a new baby. They adopted a baby. One they actually wanted to keep."I closed the diary, turning to face him. "How did you find them?""It wasn't hard. They kept their same names, same jobs. They didn't even try to hide." His hands clenched into fists. "They abandoned me the day I was bor

HAZELNo wonder it looked familiar, I thought, staring at the symbol on the book. It was the pack’s symbol—the same one I’d seen countless times without realizing its significance. But why was it here, on a book from an orphanage?I turned to Amy, still trying to process everything. “Okay, I get that it’s the pack’s symbol, but why are you so shocked? It’s just a book.”Amy gave me a look like I was missing something obvious. “Hazel, you said you saw records there, right? Among other records of children?”“Yeah,” I said slowly. “So?”“So,” Amy said, her voice rising, “that means someone from our pack dumped a kid in that orphanage. Don’t you see how weird that is?”I shrugged, still not understanding why she was making such a big deal out of it. “I mean, it’s not that shocking. Anyone could’ve placed their child in an orphanage. Maybe they couldn’t take care of them or something.”Amy shook her head, her expression serious. “No, Hazel, you don’t get it. Only high-ranking officials in

HAZELI positioned myself strategically near the back of the classroom, my eyes never leaving Taylor Matthews. After our careful strategy session with Lucian and Amy, I knew he was one of our top suspects.The yearbook research had revealed multiple confrontations between him and Darryl—competitive sports rivalries, academic tensions, and some mysterious incidents that never made it to official records. Matthews sat two rows ahead, seemingly relaxed, chatting with his friend Jake about some weekend plans."Dude, you should have seen how wasted Thompson got at the party," Jake laughed, leaning closer to Taylor. "I'm telling you, he was completely out of it."Taylor smirked, his fingers drumming against his notebook. "Thompson's always been weird. Something's off about that guy."My ears perked up. A casual comment about Mr. Thompson? Interesting. I pretended to be engrossed in my biology textbook, but every muscle in my body was focused on their conversation."Speaking of weird," Jake

HAZEL POVThe idea that Maria Chen might have anything to do with framing Darryl felt absurd. She was the quiet girl who spent hours practicing piano and buried herself in calculus homework. How could someone so seemingly harmless orchestrate such a sinister plan?Amy echoed my skepticism, pacing back and forth across her room. “There’s no way it’s Maria,” she insisted, stopping to face me. “She barely talks to anyone. She’s too… well, nice.”I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Exactly. Why would she even want to frame Darryl? Her sister disappeared years ago—it doesn’t make sense.” My chest tightened at the thought of Gracia’s tragic death and how it had haunted Maria ever since. It just didn’t fit.But then Lucian spoke up from where he leaned against the wall. “Maybe that’s exactly why we’re not seeing it,” he said slowly. “What if it’s not about malice or hatred? What if it’s about grief?”Both Amy and I turned to him, surprised by his words. “Grief?” I repeated, frowning. “How do

HAZEL POVI stared at the photo in my hands, my fingers trembling. The tiny teddy bear in the corner of the image seemed to mock me now. All this time, we'd been missing such an important detail."Maria was there?" I whispered, looking up at Officer Sarah. "She actually witnessed her sister's..." I couldn't finish the sentence.Sarah nodded grimly. "We think so. The bear matches one Maria carried everywhere when she was younger. Her parents confirmed it went missing the night Gracia died."My mind raced with possibilities. "But if she saw what happened, why didn't she come forward? Why didn't she tell anyone?""Fear, maybe," Sarah suggested, leaning back in her chair. "Or trauma. She was just a child, Hazel. Witnessing something like that..." She shook her head. "It changes people."I closed my eyes, remembering how quiet Maria always was, how she flinched at sudden movements. Everything about her made more sense now. "Does she know we found this?" I asked."No," Sarah replied. "And I