Betrayed By The Alpha ~ Claimed By The Rogue のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Rylan's POVThe night felt too long. I'd been strolling from one post to another, the men and I who were watching the pack. There was nothing beautiful about the knowledge that we were going to move camp too soon when the others hadn't been well rested. The children wanted to stay as long as there was food and there was a small river nearby where they could play and drink from. I was a Little lost in my own head when Caspian walked to me. “Alpha Rylan. You look like you may be needing some rest yourself. Why don't you get it?”He asked as he reached me. “You're not at your post,” I replied instead.“Finn is standing for me. I'll do same when it's his turn.”I nodded.“Maybe you should have some rest,” he said again. I nodded.“I'll have some rest. I want to be sure we're safe enough to spend a few more nights here.”“I'm sure we are. Or we could simply go out there, find Damian and his men and send them to the moon goddess.”“We won't,” I disagreed, “We don't know for sure if they'r

Damian's POVThe camp was silent as the others went to sleep. Tomorrow, we would march to the rogue camp to retrieve Lyra. The thought filled my chest with a mix of anger and determination. She didn’t belong with them. She was mine, the Luna of the Blood Nest Pack. Yet, she'd left, driven away by my mistakes.I leaned against a tree, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the bark. Roy, my wolf, was restless, pacing in the back of my mind."You brought this on yourself, Damian," he growled, his voice laced with bitterness.I sighed. He wasn’t wrong. I had driven Lyra away, mistreated her, and let my arrogance blind me. But that was in the past. I would fix it. I would bring her back.The sound of soft footsteps broke through my thoughts. I turned my head slightly, my senses sharpening. Ilena emerged from the shadows, her slim figure outlined by the moonlight.“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low and wary.She approached cautiously, stopping a few feet away. “I came to talk to you, al

Damian's POVI had barely slept the previous night. Ilena had tried to seduce me again last night, and the memory made my blood boil.I hadn't gotten over that small mischievous gjame she'd tried to play with me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.Now I was wondering if the warning I'd given her was even stern enough. A part of me wanted to reach he again and give her the stern warning.We moved camp that morning. Now, as we walked, I replayed the scene in my mind. I cursed under my breath, loud enough that the wolves close to me gave me wary glances. I ignored them. My patience was thin, and I had no time to explain myself.We had been walking for hours when I heard a faint rustle in the bushes. I stopped, raising a hand to signal the others. My pack froze instantly.“Who’s there?” I called out. My voice was sharp, my wolf close to the surface.The bushes parted, and a man stepped out. He wasn’t young, but not old either. His hair was wild, his clothes worn and patched.

Rylan's POVThe evening air was cool, and the camp was quiet. Most of the others had settled for the night, but I couldn’t rest. My thoughts were heavy, filled with Lyra. I stood near the edge of the camp, staring into the dark woods, when I heard footsteps behind me.“Couldn’t sleep?” Caspian’s voice was low but steady.I turned to see him, his tall frame outlined by the faint light of the campfire. Caspian had been my friend and trusted warrior for few years, but I felt he understood me more than anyone I'd met in recent times. If anyone could handle the storm in my head, it was him.“No,” I said simply.He stepped closer, folding his arms. “What’s on your mind? Want to share?”I hesitated. Caspian wasn’t one for emotional talks, but he was loyal, always willing to listen.“It’s Lyra,” I admitted.He raised an eyebrow. “Lyra?”I nodded, looking back at the trees. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Caspian. She’s... she's in my head whether I want it or not.”He didn’t say anything, j

Lyra's POVI could have stayed silent as I sat down on a roughly made stool Olivia had found for me to sit on. I could have acted like I wasn't anywhere close. Or that Rylan didn't seize a few seconds to look at me occasionally while he spoke to Caspian and Finn, giving them specific orders on things to do while we stayed in the camp.Rylan was still there, speaking with some of his men. His voice was steady, commanding. He always seemed to know what to do. That’s why I trusted him. But this time, I had to tell him what I felt.“Rylan,” I called, my voice low but commanding attention.He turned, his brows furrowed as he walked toward me. I didn't hold his gaze. I wanted him to reach me so I wouldn't have to let my voice be so loud when I told him what I wanted to tell him. Behind him, Caspian and Finn were silent. They respected me enough and wouldn't interrupt when the alpha was talking to me.Rylan reached me and I tensed for a bit. Feeling his eyes on me and having my emotions stra