A Bond Not Meant To Be のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 99

“Scan my invite, please,” she said firmly, her voice steady. “Or isn’t that your job?”The security guard’s face darkened. “How dare you speak to us like that? You’re just an omega!” his words dripped with contempt.Lucille didn’t flinch. “Then should I return and inform the boss of Norrcom that I was denied access?” she asked boldly.At the mention of Norrcom, both guards froze. Their eyes flicked to each other, uncertainty flashing across their faces. Everyone knew the boss of Norrcom Allied Solutions. The third-ranked man in the country. The High Councilor himself. And unlike most elites, he had no prejudice against omegas.No wonder, then, an omega was standing here to represent his firm.Without another word, they snatched the invite from her and scanned it. A beep of approval sounded and they opened the path.Lucille stepped inside the summit hall. Just as she expected, whispers rippled through the crowd like wildfire. Heads turned, eyes lingered. Some shocked, some disgusted,

Two days after the national business summit, the week finally came to an end. Mitch Jones and Lucille travelled quietly to the Downland Pack.To stay unnoticed, they came separately. Mitch on his own, Lucille on her own.That evening, Mitch left his car parked far away from the pack entrance. His aide and driver waited in it while he continued on foot.He wore plain denim pants, a simple t-shirt, a face cap, and even a cheap wristwatch. Everything about his appearance designed to hide his real identity and social status.But one thing could never be hidden. His wolf. His alpha aura still surrounded him, sharp and undeniable.Lucille was already waiting near the entrance when he called to say he was close. As soon as they met, they walked side by side toward Pa Wilcox’s house.Along the way, the wolves of the Downland Pack reacted immediately to Mitch’s presence. Some dropped low on their bellies, their eyes filled with instinctive respect. Mitch smiled warmly, patting their backs as t

Hours later, they reached the creek, just as Pa Wilcox had said.At first sight, Lucille froze. The water was wide, rushing with a force that roared in her ears. The current was fierce, crashing against sharp rocks that jutted up like hungry teeth. Fallen tree branches floated by, spinning helplessly before being dragged under. The spray of water reached them even before they stepped close.Lucille’s throat went dry. “Mitch…” she whispered. “This looks… deadly.”Mitch’s eyes narrowed as he studied the flow. He had fought elites, faced councils, even stood in battlefields, but this creek made his gut twist. The water was alive, dangerous, almost daring them to step in.Lucille’s wolf whimpered inside her, pulling back. Her palms were clammy. What if the current take them? What if they never come out?“We can go back,” Lucille said quickly, her voice shaky. “Maybe there’s another way.”“No,” Mitch replied firmly. “Pa Wilcox was clear. The creek is the only passage.”“But… what if it’s

When they finally reached the city and the hotel, the night was already far spent.The car hadn’t even stopped fully before Mitch opened the door, stepped down, and gently lifted Lucille into his arms. She was too deep in sleep to notice, her head resting softly against his shoulder.The driver followed behind them with their knapsacks. Inside the hotel room, he dropped the bags on the table and quietly left. Mitch laid her carefully on the sofa. She stirred a little, muttered something unclear, then turned and sank back into sleep.He quickly pulled off his cloak and damp boots, wrapping himself in a bathing robe before preparing a warm bath. Returning to the room, he slipped off Lucille’s cloak, boots, and inner wear with gentle care, then carried her into the bathroom.The moment he lowered her into the steaming water, her eyes shot open. She frowned, blinking at her surroundings in confusion.“We’re back,” Mitch whispered softly as he eased himself into the tub beside her.She

The council convened once again for their routine sitting. As always, the members were gathered around the long desk, each in their designated place.Mitch Jones sat in the chair before them. His back was straight, his expression calm, but inside his chest his heart beat like a war drum. He had walked in knowing this would not be an ordinary hearing. He had written the letter himself, knowing the storm it would bring.Lord Arthur, the leader of the council, cleared his throat. His white beard shook as he adjusted the scroll in his hand. His voice was sharp and strong as he began.“Council members,” Arthur said, “we have gathered to address the matter brought forward by High Councilor Mitch Jones. His letter has been received and read. I shall now summarize.”Edward Jones leaned back in his seat among the council members. He folded his arms across his chest, his lips twitching with a smile he tried to hide. His cousin Mitch was about to grant his desire. Edward could already picture