The Doctor's Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Hope's POV.The clearing is empty.I step into it slowly, my boots brushing through the long, dew-wet grass. The air is still, but it feels wrong—like the quiet before a storm, the kind that doesn’t just bring rain but tears apart everything in its path.Malachai isn’t here.Of course he isn’t. He’s making me wait. It’s a power play. A message.You came to me.I don’t sit. I don’t pace. I just stand there in the middle of the clearing, breathing like it might steady the war inside me.But it doesn’t.A million thoughts tear through my mind.What if he sees right through me?What if I can’t lie well enough? What if I slip? What if he doesn’t believe that I’ve turned my back on the wolves?What if he does?Because that might be worse.I clench my fists to stop them from shaking. I think of Morgana. Of the pup. Of Talon’s quiet thanks. Of Lucian’s voice telling me I still belong. Of Malakar’s arms holding me together when I was ready to fall apart.I remind myself why I’m doing this.But

Lucian's POV.Well, this is awkward.Nothing like a dramatic stand-off to get the blood pumping again. All we need now is tumbleweed blowing past and a theme song - or some idiot to start a fire and light up the entire forest.Why is it that when we come face to face with Malachai, the forest is always burning?I take a quick look around, making a mental quip of everyone in our little circle of warriors.Of course, Malakar looks extra dramatic - his claws dig deep into the soft soil beneath them. His ears are perked up. Breathing slow and steady, allowing a pulsing cloud of breath to form from his nostrils in the cold morning air. His eyes bright, burning almost. A low growl resonates from somewhere deep inside. He stands perfectly still, and his gaze never once wavers from Malachai.Hope seems to be calm, except for the slight tremor in her hands. There's a certain air of defiance around her.Malachai has that smug 'I'm the smartest boy in the room' look on his face. Almost like he's

Hope's POV.All my senses are heightened now. Partly because of the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Partly because of the wolf inside me. I can feel her pacing, pushing. Eager to be let out.I feel torn. A part of me wants justice - to make him pay for all the unspeakable things he's done. But a part of me also mourns for the man that Malachai could have been. If only he had chosen a different path. The fact that I could have just as easily turned into Malachai isn't lost on me either. If I had allowed my grief to turn ugly, allowed it to consume me and turn me into something other than who I am today.Perhaps my life would have gone down the same road as his, had it not been for the people who love and accept me - who make me feel like I belong. Had I not allowed them to love me and be there for me.Malachai and I are part of the same prophecy - meant to follow the same path. The path that led us here, to this very place in this very moment. Maybe we had no say in it. May

Velara's POV.I hasten through the pack house - impatient and eager to make it to Morgana. Wondering, only briefly, why the place seems so quiet.Where is everybody else?But my only true concern is getting to my daughter and being there for her. I did not have to carry Morgana's pup in my own womb to feel her loss. I know pain - know grief. The way it works. It does not hit you like a wave. Instead, it coils like a snake in your gut, tightening with every beat of your heart. I understand the agony of losing a child, even though I did not lose mine to death. In a way, I still lost Lucian when he was just a pup. I lost time with him, memories, moments that neither one of us can ever get back.It's not just the ache - it's the hallowing. The way the world tilts out of balance forever.I know what it's like to forget for a moment... only to remember it all over again.It feels like I've been moving forever but not going anywhere. Until finally, I make it to Morgana's door.I stop, taking

Malakar's POV.I know that she had to go after him. She needed to.Her fear, her guilt, and her self-doubt compelled her to do so - made her think that she had no other choice.I also know that her anger and hatred toward Malachai urged her forward. Pushed her to act in a way that she normally wouldn't have. Hope is not a reckless person. But Malachai woke something up inside her - something that might have been there all this time, but hidden so far away that she might not have known that it existed.Something covered beneath years of trauma: feelings of being alone in this world. Her fear of being rejected and not belonging. Emotions that she's taught herself to mask with compassion and empathy.I get it. I know fear. I understand self-doubt. I've been through it all.I just wish that she would have waited. Wish that she remembered that she's not alone anymore and that she doesn't have to deal with life on her own.She has me. I'm here, and I always will be. I can help her shoulder