Beauty and the Alpha Beast의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

*Max*The doors to our bedchamber close behind us with a soft thud. The air here is warmer, heavy with the scent of lavender and the subtle burn of dragonfire incense. Soft tapestries of deep greens and golds drape the walls, shimmering like liquid flame beneath the flicker of candlelight.Kael stands close, his gaze dark and steady, holding me in the quiet gravity of the moment. There’s no need for words; everything between us hums with the promise of what’s to come. My pulse quickens beneath his touch, a steady thrum that matches the rhythm of his breath.His fingers trace the curve of my jaw, rough against my skin in a way that makes me shiver. “You are mine,” he says, low and sure, the raw strength in his voice wrapping around me like a cloak.I nod, unable to speak, caught in the pull of his presence. My hands find the edges of his robe, sliding over the smooth fabric, burning beneath my fingertips. Slowly, Kael lowers his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow to bloom, deep and seari

*Max*One Year Later The salty air drifts softly through the open windows of our chamber, carrying the scent of sea and pine, wild and fresh. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, catching on the scattered toys my son left behind, tiny wooden dragons, and wolves. I lie in bed next to him, where he sleeps half-curled like a wolf pup. His tiny fingers twitch, and I swear I can feel the pulse of ancient power mixed with untamed instinct in his breath. He is ours, wolf, dragon, and witch all tangled into one perfect soul.Kael traces delicate circles along his soft skin. “Look at him,” he says, voice thick with something like awe. “Our little Lykos.”Life here on the Emerald Coast is nothing like the life I once knew. I used to be trapped behind my castle walls at all times, my father afraid of the danger of Morgathra’s spell. Here, the dragons of Starfall protect us, and we live wild and free. Kael and I walk through the villages often, watching our people grow into something new,

*Roxy*I settle into bed, my comfy mattress soft beneath me. The tower feels colder at night, even with the thick stone walls holding the chill at bay. I pull my blanket closer, but it barely wards off the shiver crawling down my spine.The silence is too heavy. I should be used to it by now, but tonight, the stillness presses on me. Shadows pool on the stone floor, stretching long and dark beneath the faint moonlight streaking in through the window.I tell myself I’m alone, and I’m safe, but the feeling that I’m being watched doesn’t fade.A flicker of movement catches my eye, a glimmer just beyond the window, or maybe inside the room.... My heart beats wild and loud. I scan the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Nothing but stone. I clutch the blanket tighter and pull it up to my chin, trying to summon the courage to close my eyes. Though, every creak of the tower, every whisper of the wind, sets my nerves on edge.What if someone’s out there? Watching me? I force my breath to slow,

*Roxy*He’s not moving.I stand over him with the broom handle clutched tight in both hands, the end still vibrating faintly from the force of the blow. He went down hard—his legs knocked clean out from under him, head smacking against the stone floor with a dull thud.And now he’s lying there, sprawled out like a rag doll.Wearing my flowered pajamas.The sight would be funny if I weren’t still shaking. My sleeves, the ones with the ruffled cuffs, are stretched absurdly tight over his muscular forearms. The tiny embroidered daisies at the hem of the shirt ride up his abdominal muscles, which I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger over. And the pants, well… they only go about halfway down his calves.He looks absolutely ridiculous, and somehow, impossibly handsome. I stand over him, studying his face. Dark hair, a strong jaw, lips with the hint of a smirk even while unconscious. I’ve never seen a man before, but if I had to guess… he must be one of the better-looking ones.I grab th

*Roxy*The stone walls press in colder than usual tonight, though the fire crackles in the hearth, and the candles still burn steady and bright. I stand at the window, my eyes fixed on the treeline, willing Leo to return like he said he would. Moonlight spills across the woods, painting everything in silver, and I search the shadows, my heart tight with hope.He said he’d come back tonight. He promised, like it was something sacred. And part of me, against all reason, believes him.But the other part? The one that’s lived in this tower for nearly twenty-one years? That part keeps whispering that I’ll never see him again. That he’s like every other dream I’ve dared to have: beautiful, and yet, always impossible.He said I was a wolf. A shifter, like him.The word still sits strange on my tongue. It sounds like a story, something from Mother’s bedtime tales, not something real. Could it be true? Could I really be one of them? It doesn’t feel true. I’ve never shifted. Never even felt a