The Alpha's Healer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

MIRABELLE_______The weight of my mother's silver necklace felt heavy against my chest as I sat by the crackling fire in the fortress's great hall. Most of the pack had retired for the night, leaving the vast space eerily quiet except for the occasional pop of burning wood. My fingers absently traced the delicate pendant— the last piece of Adeline I had left. The day had been brutal, filled with endless preparations for the inevitable war. My muscles ached from combat training with Fenrir, who had proven to be a ruthless but effective teacher. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still see him throwing me to the ground, barking at me to get up, to be stronger, to be ready. "Your enemies won't wait for you to catch your breath my lady." He'd growled, his massive form looming over me. "Get up. Again." I'd lost count of how many times I'd hit the training mat, each impact leaving new bruises to join the collection already blooming across my skin. But I hadn't complained. Couldn'

It was night when I stood alone in the courtyard, the silvery moonlight casting everything in an ethereal glow. The stillness pressed against me, heavy and familiar, as I tried to sort through the chaos in my mind. I’d been avoiding everyone lately, burying myself in healer duties while wrestling with everything Kieran had told me about being a Lunar soul. The memory of his words still rang in my ears.. 'The marks on your skin, your connection to the moon, your ability to sense emotions... it all points to you, Mirabelle. The first Lunar Soul in over a century.' I'd walked out of his study that day without a reply, the weight of it all suffocating. Another prophecy. Another destiny I hadn't asked for. Since then, I'd been relapsing— swinging between thinking I'd made peace with Adeline’s death to hating Roman and the world all over again. But n o matter how hard I tried, the past clung to me, unshakable. "Cant sleep?" Roman's deep voice startled me. I didn't turn, keeping my

"Sir?" Aiden's voice was small but steady. "Are.. you the Alpha?" Roman's expression softened, just slightly. "I am." he said. "You're safe here pup." Aiden’s eyes brightened, and he turned to Fenrir. "Fenrir saved me," he said with quiet pride. "He's a hero." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I watched Roman's reaction carefully. His expression was unreadable as he studied Fenrir, who looked almost embarrassed by .the boy’s praise. "Is that so?" Roman said, his tone measured. "Then it seems we owe him our thanks." It wasn't much, but it was the first acknowledgment Roman had given Fenrir since I'd started defending his place in the pack. It felt like a step forward, however small. As the day wore on, Fenrir stayed by Aiden's side, helping me change bandages and keeping the boy distracted with stories. His deep voice took on a warmth I hadn't thought possible, weaving tales of daring adventures and mythical creatures. Aiden hung on every word, his laug

The room fell silent. Kieran cleared his throat, shuffling his papers with forced casualness. "Roman you're letting your feelings for her cloud your judgment." I whirled on him, feeling my eyes flash Alpha red. "Watch yourself Kieran" "No, you watch yourself." he shot back, standing his ground despite the way his wolf must have been urging him to submit. "Belle is stronger than you give her credit for. And whether you like it or not, she's part of this now. The prophecy—" "Fuck the prophecy!" I roared, sending more books tumbling. "I don't care what some dusty old books say. I won't sacrifice her!" "Your feelings for her are making you weak," Elijah said softly, his words cutting deepe r because of our long friendship. "The pack needs their Alpha thinking clearly. We all remember Adeline, but Belle isn't her." I wanted to rip something apart. They didn't understand. How could they? The mere thought of Belle in danger made my wolf thrash against its cage. The memory of Adel

The question caught me off guard. "Yes." I said cautiously. "I never told you the whole story." He stared straight ahead, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. "My father was...." He paused, his jaw tightening. "He was a cruel bastard. Strong Alpha, but a terrible father. He used to pit Iris and me against each other, always testing, always pushing. The day he died, Iris was supposed to become Alpha. She was older, and he'd been grooming her for it. But something in her had broken." I watched him closely, noting the way his hands trembled slightly as he spoke. "... what happened?" I asked gently. "She went mad with power," he said, his voice hollow. "Started killing pack members who opposed her, tortured others for sport. I had to..." He swallowed hard, his throat working against the emotion threatening to choke him. "I had to put her down myself. My own sister. She was laughing as she died, covered in the blood of three pups she'd just slaughtered." "Roman..." The weight of his c