Fighting For The Alpha's Mark のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I woke up on my wedding day with a pounding head and a stranger in my bed.My body jolted. A scream caught somewhere between my lungs and my lips.No. That couldn’t be right.I didn’t recall speaking to any man last night. Never in my life would I cheat on Ethan. Especially not the night before our wedding.I blinked hard, hoping this was some kind of bad dream.We were in a hotel room. The stranger slept on his back, a wolf tattoo stretched across his tanned skin. His hair was dark and cropped. I wanted to scream, to shake him awake, to demand answers.But I couldn’t look at his face. I was too scared I’d recognize it.Trembling, I reached out, just to be sure. My fingers brushed his warm skin. I yanked my hand back like I’d touched a live wire.My stomach lurched. The room spun.A sickening wrongness crawled up my spine.Gathering my bridal shower dress off the floor, I did the coward’s walk of shame and slipped out like a thief, rushing home on autopilot.My dizziness worsened. Ever

Five Years LaterThe sizzle of onions in the pan was a comforting sound in the small kitchen that had become my sanctuary.Sometimes, five years felt like a lifetime. Other times, it felt like I had only blinked.I separated the ground meat into two pans. One got a shake of chili flakes and cayenne; the other, a touch of salt and herbs.“Jace! Jermaine! Lunch is almost ready!” I called my boys. “I need to leave in an hour to check out those new schools!”This new life was a world away from the pack I had grown up in. We were in Wild Fangs now, a huge territory three times the size of Creek Keepers.Back home, everyone knew everyone’s business. Here, you could scream in the middle of the street, and no one would blink.I loaded two plates onto a tray with glasses of water and walked to the boys’ room.“Okay, my little gremlins, time to...”I pushed open the door and froze. One of the twins, Jermaine, was lying motionless on the floor.My world stopped. “Jermaine!” I screamed, rushing to

My mind was a mess of impossibilities.A doppelgänger. A fated mate. A kidnapping. My boys.I had to get back to my boys.I paced the length of the huge bedroom, my feet sinking into the cream-colored carpet, when I remembered my purse.My hands trembled as I rummaged past my wallet and keys until my fingers closed around the familiar rectangle of my phone. Just as I pulled it out, it buzzed to life in my palm. Eve’s name flashed across the screen.I scrambled to the door and pressed my ear against the wood. I twisted the lock. My heart pounded against my ribs as I answered the call.“Where in the hell are you, Savannah?” Eve’s voice was equal parts annoyed and worried. “You’ve been out for over four hours. Did you find a school, or did you decide to elope?”Four hours felt like an eternity.“Eve,” I whispered. “Listen to me. Something’s happened.”I told her everything. The words spilled out in a jumbled rush. The school. The little girl. The abduction. The mansion. The man who believ

Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford.After the failed escape attempt, I spent the rest of the night sitting in an armchair, staring at the portrait of Sasha.Every time I looked at her, a fresh wave of guilt washed over me.I found myself praying for her, this woman I had never even met. The fact that someone could have abducted her from a place like this, with all its security and wealth, meant they were powerful. And it meant I wasn’t safe either.What if her killer was still out there, watching?What if they saw me, Sasha's perfect double, walking around?The thought sent a tremor of pure fear through me.This was so much bigger than just stealing money for Jermaine.The old Savannah would have been horrified at the thought.The new Savannah, the one forged in betrayal and desperation, knew she could easily pocket a handful of the diamond earrings on the vanity, play along for a few days, and then vanish.But two things stopped me.First, the fear of the unknown enemy.Second, the

SavannahThe morning air in the mansion was still and quiet, but a storm raged in my stomach. A car had just pulled into the driveway, and I knew, with a certainty that made my hands go cold, that it was the doctor.My mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios. I imagined needles and machines designed to fix a memory that wasn’t even lost. Clutching a pillow to my chest, I held it like a shield.What if they gave me something? A medication that loosened my tongue and made me spill every secret I had buried deep inside?My last experience with being drugged had cost me everything. The thought of undergoing something similar, now under the guise of treatment, was terrifying.And I knew, from the look of resolve in Xavier’s eyes, that he would spare no procedure in his mission to "fix" me.Xavier appeared from the foyer, where he had gone to welcome the doctor. He came to me, his presence immediately filling the room, and gently took my hands, pulling me to my feet.The height difference wa