Trapped In The Alpha's Shadow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Kai "I release her to you, Malachi Redwolf." Randy’s voice was strained, thick with the kind of pain that dug its claws deep and refused to let go. "When I get home, I’ll start the divorce proceedings. It’s the only gift I can give her now." His words felt like a death sentence—to himself. I watched as he sat there, hollowed out, his soul laid bare. A man whose world had been torn from him, whose heart had been ripped apart, leaving only remorse in its place. For a second, I hesitated. But then I remembered. The scars on Adasha’s body. The pain in her voice when she spoke of her past. The fear that had once lived in her eyes. Their marriage had been toxic. A slow, suffocating kind of destruction that would have eventually ended in her death. And that? That would have been far worse than losing her to fate. This… this was the better outcome. For both of them. Orion, who had been prowling beneath my skin, watching, waiting, finally receded—satisfied. "Thank you, Randy," I sa

Kai"James is the pillar and hope of our family, Alpha." May’s voice cracked, her tears falling freely now.I clenched my jaw, watching her as she knelt before me, desperation carved into every trembling breath."Please, Alpha." She swallowed hard, her gaze pleading. "Gregory wants to speak to you about his father. He promised to tell you everything in exchange for help. We might not mean much to you, and I know this is too much to ask, but please…"She hesitated.A flicker of fear passed over her face, and then she pushed forward, voice barely above a whisper."If not for our sake, then for Adasha’s."Silence settled between us, heavy, suffocating.She knew she was crossing a line by using Adasha’s name. And yet, she wasn’t wrong.James had been taken, and if they were willing to go after him, then it was only a matter of time before they came for her.My mate.The very reason he had been captured in the first place could just as easily become the reason they hunted her down.I exhal

Kai"Do any of you have the ability?" I asked, watching Gregory closely.He shook his head. "Neither of us inherited it. It might have skipped our generation."Maybe. But I wasn’t convinced.I suspected something else—something deeper.If James’s ability had been weak, the genetic pull might not have been strong enough to pass it on.Michelle, on the other hand, had been the stronger sibling. That much was clear. She had passed the trait to her daughter.To Adasha.But if Adasha’s compulsion was as faint as her uncle’s, then something had dulled it. Something had weakened it.Nightshade.That was a theory I’d have to dig into.For now, though, I needed answers."So what made you come for me?" I asked, my tone edged with curiosity and something sharper."And where did you get your warriors?"I already had a name—Abraham. Now I needed the full picture. I needed to know what had driven Gregory to seek me out, what had fueled his reckless attack. Because nothing about this situation was r

KaiMorning came swiftly, and I hurried out of bed, eager to catch Draco and Randy before they left.Adasha was still asleep, her breathing even, her body finally at rest. She seemed better, but I didn’t want to disturb her. Not after everything she had been through.Instead, I linked Darius, instructing him to delay the alphas—just long enough for me to speak with them.When I reached the office lounge, I found them both ready to leave.Draco looked recharged, his usual sharpness back in place, but Randy—Randy was different.The lingering sadness in his eyes was impossible to miss.I considered telling him that it would get better. That time healed wounds like his.But would it?Would time ever dull the ache of losing a mate—not to death, but to someone else?No.And besides, saying something like that would be insulting, considering I was the reason he had lost her.So I stayed silent.Asking how he was doing would feel more like a mockery than genuine concern.Draco, sensing the t

AdashaI woke up to an empty bed.Cold.Silent.The weight of the absence pressed into me, thick and suffocating.A deep, unfamiliar ache curled in my chest, an emptiness I hadn’t expected.If anyone had ever described the feeling of severance to me, I wouldn’t have understood it.And neither would he.It wasn’t something that could be put into words.It wasn’t something you could prepare for.It was something you only felt—lived—and I was living it now.And there was nothing I could do about it.How had I not realized how deeply Randy had been a part of me?I had believed that freedom would set me free—But I had been wrong.This wasn’t longing for him.It wasn’t about Randy himself.It was the space he left behind.A hollow, raw wound.Something that had been ripped from me without warning.I curled my fingers into the sheets. They were cold.Kai had been up early.A flicker of unease settled in my stomach.Had my reaction last night bothered him?Had I said something to make him qu