Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

~RIYAThe dreams returned.But they weren’t nightmares this time. No blood, no screaming, no shackles tightening around my limbs. Instead, I stood barefoot in a field of blue flame, the kind that did not burn but glowed with whispers. Every blade of grass shimmered under a starlit sky, and the moon above me had bled silver into everything it touched.In the center stood a lone wolf. Its fur shimmered like glass, and its eyes held galaxies I couldn’t name. It didn’t snarl or approach—just watched me, as if waiting for something I hadn't yet understood.“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered.The wolf blinked slowly, bowed its head, then turned toward the woods.When I tried to follow, I awoke. The dream left a strange warmth on my skin—as if the blue fire had marked me somehow.I sat up in the bed I now shared with Nathaniel, blinking at the moonlight flooding through the balcony doors. His arm was heavy around my waist, his breathing soft and deep beside me. I hated to disturb him, but

~RIYAIt had been five days since my vision, and still, the weight of it clung to me like damp fog refusing to lift.Nathaniel had tried to coax the meaning from me gently, never forcing—but I knew he was growing restless. My silence wasn’t mistrust. It was fear. I didn’t know how to explain the foreign sensation that had settled in my bones—like I was being watched by something older than time.I hadn’t told anyone, not even Lily, about the phantom voice I’d heard during my vision: *"She is awakening. We must prepare."*But I couldn't keep hiding. Secrets were no longer safe—not with Ama still breathing and the witches of Inadu stirring beneath the surface.Tonight, I found myself standing before the sacred Moonstone Chamber, tucked in the deepest wing of the River Heart Pack estate. The air was thick with silence, disturbed only by the muffled chant of the wind outside. Maria had once told me that the Moonstone would only respond to true daughters of the bloodline."If you're who th

~RIYAThe echo of Ama’s voice still lingered in my ears like poison.You don’t even know what you are, little Luna.She had whispered it as she was dragged back to the dungeons, her smile tainted with venom and mystery. I hadn’t responded, but my hands had clenched so tightly that my nails left tiny crescents in my palms.I stood now before the Moonstone Mirror in the sacred temple, alone. Nathaniel had insisted on accompanying me, but I needed time—to breathe, to think, to find out if what Ama said carried any truth… or if she was simply unraveling piece by piece.The mirror shimmered faintly, glowing with a pulsing light that seemed to breathe in sync with the rhythm of my own heart.“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me what lies within me.”The surface rippled like disturbed water. I braced myself, expecting a vision of my wolf or perhaps another fragment of prophecy. But instead, a figure emerged—cloaked in white, tall and hooded, with eyes that shimmered like silver galaxies.“Inadu’

~AMAThe prison walls whispered.They always had. When the moon was high and the guards had quieted their boots, the stones would murmur things only I could hear. Secrets. Shadows. My name—chanted like a forbidden hymn.“Ama.”The voice came again tonight, slithering through the crack beneath the iron door of my cell. But this time, it wasn't the stone. It was something older. Hungrier.I sat on the edge of my cot, hands clasped in my lap, skin still bearing the faint burns from the purification spell Riya’s pet seer had cast the night I was dragged back. A trap, of course. Riya had always been clever in a soft, pitiful way. But I was clever in the way that mattered—in the way the moonlight feared.A shadow moved beneath the door.“You’re late,” I said, barely above a whisper.A swirl of black mist leaked into the cell, coalescing into a figure. A woman cloaked in raven feathers, her eyes like two crescent moons bleeding ink. One of them. One of the witches of Inadu.“I had to be cert

~NATHANIELThe rain fell like whispered warnings, steady and unrelenting, as if the heavens themselves were preparing for what was to come.I stood at the edge of the southern training fields, the scent of damp earth mixing with the faintest trace of iron in the air. Not from blood—but from magic. Old magic. The kind that unsettled even the fiercest of warriors. The kind that crawled under the skin and whispered things you couldn’t forget.Riya had grown stronger—unquestionably so. I saw it in her posture, in the way she now met the elders’ eyes without hesitation, in how the Pack bent instinctively to her will. But that power came with a cost. One I had seen in other Alphas, in my own father even, when his strength overtook his heart.I wouldn’t let that happen to her.And yet, I feared I was losing her. Not in body, but in spirit. There were too many secrets. Too many moments when her eyes held questions she wouldn’t voice.“Alpha.” Thane’s voice broke through my thoughts as he appr