Stuck Between Two Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Evelyn Daniel's rogues. They were all standing. Upright. Alert. Breathing steadily. Calm. What the actual hell? I blinked hard. Once. Twice. This couldn't be right. Every Redwood wolf was still either unconscious or barely holding on. Even Leo had struggled. And yet, They were fine. "What the hell...?" I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. Daniel heard it, of course. His hearing was sharp as ever. Bastard had ears like a bat on steroids. He tilted his head to the side, a crooked grin cutting across his face. His eyes, those twisted, almost gleeful eyes, sparkled like he’d just won a jackpot. "Ohhh, you're confused," he said, sauntering toward me. "I like that look on your face, Evie. That mix of fear and curiosity? It’s delicious." I backed up half a step, still on the ground , bracing myself in case he lunged. "Why aren't they affected by the eclipse? Why are you all fine? What the hell did you do?!" Daniel let out this unhinged laugh, like I’d just told him a fanta

Evelyn Daniel was pacing back and forth like some half-baked professor, his boots crunching on dried twigs and damp earth every time he turned on his heel. He had that smug little bounce in his step like he was thrilled to be the only one in the room with the answer to a riddle no one asked. I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. “A celestial event? Alphas banding together? What the hell are you even talking about?” He wagged his finger, like I was some toddler asking why the sky was blue. “Patience, Evie. I’m getting there.” “I swear to the goddess,” I muttered under my breath. Daniel didn’t flinch. He kept pacing, waving his hands around as he started to spin one of the wildest stories I’d ever heard. “About 400 or 500 years ago, give or take,” he began, glancing up like he was trying to pluck the timeline out of thin air, “some alphas got real sick of it. The full moon, the eclipses, the blood moons, every celestial thing that flipped their instincts on and off like a

EvelynI couldn’t stop thinking about it.The Flare witches.I kept replaying Daniel’s words in my head, over and over like some twisted record stuck on repeat. Fluke witches… flame witches… fleer… until he landed on it, not that he got it right. It was the Flare witches. The second he said it right, I felt it in my bones.Damn it.Why was it always them?Every corner I turned, every secret unearthed, somehow their name managed to creep into the cracks. The Blackwoods' second life gene, Flare witches. The sealed power beneath the soil? Flare witches. The eclipse and its eerie grip on our kind? Probably the damn witches again.I let out a tired, almost bitter laugh. “What other mess were they involved in, huh?” I muttered under my breath, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my face.It was like history had been hiding them in plain sight, and only now were the pieces starting to fit together. But not quite, just

EvelynBy the time we pulled up to the gas station, my legs were half numb and my mind was already racing faster than the truck's tires. The place was quiet, too quiet. One of those old-fashioned stations with flickering overhead lights and a single booth that looked like it hadn’t seen a mop in years. It made my skin crawl, but I kept my face calm.Matthew Turner, the hunter-turned-good-Samaritan, or so he claimed, cut the engine and pointed toward the little booth. “There’s a landline inside, if the storm didn’t fry it. Go ahead and try your call, I’ll top up the tank.”“Thanks,” I said with a nod, pushing the door open. The cold air slapped me in the face, making me realize just how long I’d been walking under the elements. My bones were aching, especially my lower back. I walked briskly to the booth, trying not to glance back at the deer carcass in the truck bed. One look at that thing and I might throw up.Inside, I grabbed the dusty phone and dialed Leo’s number. It rang. Once.

Evelyn We all sat around the dinner table. I could feel Ellora’s stare burning a hole through my skull, and I didn’t blame her. I was a stranger in her home, showing up with her husband and sitting at her table like I belonged there. I kept my head down, trying to be as invisible as possible. Across from me, Natasha kept stealing glances while pretending to focus on her plate, and the little one,.Mika, leaned in close to her sister and whispered something. Natasha laughed lightly, then turned to me. “She says you’re really pretty,” she said with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. “Tell her thank you.” Matthew finally walked in, wiping his hands on a rag, and took his seat at the head of the table. “Well, let’s eat. Supper won’t wait,” he said. I reached for my fork, my stomach practically grumbling from hunger, but Natasha held out her hand to stop me. “Wait, we say a prayer first.” I froze awkwardly, fork halfway to the plate. “Oh, right. Of course.” Everyone