One Night with The Alpha's Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41Viola's POV I could still feel the cold edge of the blade against my throat when everything changed.The night air stabbed into my lungs. The smell of wet soil and blood mixed together, clinging to my senses. A moment ago, I had been certain it was the end. I had felt the thin slice across my skin, the warmth of my own blood trickling down. The Rogue had even smiled in satisfaction.Then, in a single blink, it was over.The Rogue holding me hostage dropped heavily onto the damp ground. His head struck a tree root. His eyes remained open, but there was no life left in them.And the man standing before me was Jack.The dark-faced stable hand with rough clothes, a beard that shadowed most of his features, and the constant scent of hay clinging to him.For a moment, I could only stare. The world seemed to slow. Crickets resumed their song. The wind stirred the leaves overhead. But my heartbeat only grew louder.He stood tall. Blood dripped from the sword in his hand. His shoul

Chapter 43POV EvanSo this was how it ended.Not in strategy rooms. Not on a battlefield lined with my own warriors. Not under the banner of Bloodwind.But in the middle of Nightclaw’s great hall, surrounded by enemies, with Rogue blood still staining the stone floor.Alpha Bloodwind disguised as a stable hand.The Rogue’s words echoed long after he stopped speaking.Every pair of eyes turned to me.Some widened in shock. Some hardened in suspicion. Some burned with fury.Alpha George’s aura rose instantly, heavy and commanding. It pressed against my skin like invisible chains. A warning. A challenge.Viola stood several steps away.Her face had gone pale.For a fraction of a second, I considered denying it.One lie. One more mask.But there was no point.The Rogues had already torn the truth open.And more importantly, she had seen it. She had seen the gold in my eyes. She had felt the bond ignite.There was no hiding from her.The Rogue who had exposed me smirked. “Looks like your

Chapter 45 Evan's POV Silence in a werewolf hall is never truly silent.It breathes. It watches. It judges.The great stone hall of Nightclaw felt exactly like that as I stood there, no longer Jack the stable hand, no longer hiding behind dirt and rough fabric. My aura had already betrayed me. The golden glow in my eyes had told the truth before my mouth ever could.Alpha Bloodwind.Mate.Father.Every single pair of eyes in the hall burned into me. Warriors shifted uneasily. Omegas held their breath. Elder Harry stood rigid beside his daughter, protective and calculating.And Viola…She looked at me like I had shattered something sacred.“You lied,” she said.Her voice was not loud. It did not need to be.It cut deeper than a blade.I did not look away. I had faced rogue alphas, war councils, and territorial bloodshed. None of it compared to the fury trembling in her eyes right now.“Yes,” I answered.A murmur rippled through the hall.Alpha George stepped forward, Ethan still in h

Chapter 47Evan's POV I had faced war councils, rogue ambushes, and territorial disputes that could have ignited full-scale bloodshed across Europe.None of them compared to standing in Nightclaw’s courtyard while my son called me Papa.The word still echoed in my mind hours later.Papa.Not Alpha. Not stranger. Not Jack.Papa.I kept my movements measured as I sparred with two Nightclaw warriors. Alpha George watched closely from the stone steps, arms folded. He did not trust me. He should not.Trust was earned.And I had much to repay.The younger warrior lunged too fast. I sidestepped, caught his wrist, twisted gently, and pressed him to one knee without injuring him.“Control your breath,” I told him evenly. “Speed without rhythm makes you predictable.”He nodded, embarrassed but respectful.I released him immediately.I was careful not to dominate. Not to release too much of my aura. Nightclaw was not my territory. I would not disrespect it.But even restrained, I could feel it.

Chapter 49Evan's POV The voice did not belong to the wind.It moved through it.Twisted inside it.“Viola…”The sound crawled across the mountain like frost, slipping through stone, sliding beneath skin. Every wolf inside Nightclaw felt it. I saw it in their faces. Warriors stiffened. Omegas covered their ears. Even George’s aura flickered for half a second.But the one who reacted the strongest was in my arms.Ethan’s body went rigid.His small fingers clutched my shirt so tightly that the fabric strained.“Papa…” he whispered.Not afraid.Not crying.Listening.The gates shook again.A deep crack splintered through the wood reinforced with iron and ancient carvings. Snow spiraled violently in the courtyard, forming a rotating wall of white around the outer perimeter.This was not rogue magic.This was older.And it was focused.On her.I moved instinctively, placing myself between the gate and Viola. Jacob rose inside me, fur bristling, ready to tear apart whatever dared step forw