Her Alpha's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

AlexWe arrive after midnight at the Arcane Pack, in the forest just outside Northumberland.I hate to admit it, but it’s fucking impressive. I understand why Father chose this pack.The grounds are surrounded by a large, impenetrable wall. Their Alpha’s Hall is a massive fortress. Stone walls, towering windows, and an air of quiet dominance that seeps into every corner.The pack emblem looms before me, carved into the massive wooden doors of the Alpha’s Hall. Intricate, ancient, and pulsing with quiet power. A circular design, laced with twisting golden metalwork and symbols I don’t fully understand. At its heart, a swirling core of emerald green, as if the sigil itself is alive and watching.The outer rings bear crescent moons and symbols, blending werewolf tradition with something older. Something arcane. The craftsmanship is masterful, every line and curve precise, deliberate. This isn’t just a symbol. It’s a warning.The Arcane Pack doesn’t just rule with strength; they rule with

AlexThe further I run into the woods, the quieter it gets.No wind. No animals scurrying in the brush. Just silence.The kind that makes your spine itch.A forest should not be this quiet.There were a few screeches—sharp and distant.Then nothing.Did the Wendigos just retreat?Why the fuck would they do that?I slow my pace, every sense sharpens, my ears twitching at phantom sounds. The hairs on my back prickle.Something is wrong.I'm waiting for an attack, but nothing.And then, the stench hits me.Rotten meat. Blood. Decay.I scan the area. And there it is—A single Wendigo’s corpse.Lying twisted and broken in the clearing.I crouch, examining the kill.Three calculated strikes. A final, brutal blow through the chest. Whoever did this wasn’t just strong—they were precise. A fucking warrior.But they didn’t burn the body… a fatal mistake.I shift, bones snapping as I return to human form. I grip the lighter between my teeth before tossing it onto the body. Flames rush over the c

AlexShe’s messing with my head.Her words were laced with quiet power as she left the room. I can still feel the heat of her presence, the bite of her defiance.All I wanted to do was pull her back, and take her against the wall. She would allow me, right? I could smell her desire — she was just as turned on as I was. But I couldn’t. Not after the way she looked at me.Her eyes were like sharp emerald daggers, cutting through me with that fucking smirk.But still, she pushed me away. Or at least, she tried to.I don’t know why I did it. I basically forced myself on her when I pushed her against the wall.Maybe it started with her disrespect, maybe anger pushed me to act — but we both know that what happened between us was anything but anger.The moment my hands were on her, the second our bodies collided, it shifted. It became something darker, something desperate. And now, all I can think about is doing it again.No. I will never be that man. I won't touch her again unless she wants

Nova I missed him. Nate is just as honest and easy to talk to as he always was. Not to mention, he’s now ridiculously attractive. Maybe not as devastatingly handsome as Alex—no one could really compare—but still. He’s got his own thing going for him. His easy confidence, his warm disposition, the way he listens when I speak. It feels good. So why the hell do I want to seek out Alex, and give him shit for not even knowing who I am? The pull I feel toward him is overwhelming... My fated mate… Everyone searches for one, but once you’ve found them, under a full moon, everything changes. Alex and I are the only ones who know about being fated. The elders don’t know, and Nate definitely doesn’t know. The rest of the pack doesn’t know. And goddess, it feels like a weight when I see Nate. Nate… He’s different. He’s calm, caring, kind-hearted, and easy to be around. But he doesn’t understand what’s between Alex and me. Although there is so much we would have to figure out if we choose

Nate She takes a deep breath, and I can see she’s struggling with herself. I wish I could help set her at ease. I shouldn’t have thrown the question at her so recklessly. As she starts speaking, there’s a hesitation—a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “My parents weren’t only absent leaders. When they were here, my father was a cruel Alpha. He wanted a son, an heir, but he got Raven and me instead. He hated us for it and hated mamma even more. Even though they kept trying for a son, Mamma had countless miscarriages. She took his rage in silence, and we did too—until I was strong enough to fight back. Raven may be older than me, but she tried to keep her head down.” She keeps her chin lifted, her head held high, and her voice even.” “But you know, I was always the stronger one between us, even before I shifted.” It's true, even as a child, she was a force to be reckoned with. “On my 21st birthday, when I shifted for the first time, I challenged my father. I won. He refu