Claimed By The Big Bad Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Jessica Lewis The morning sun bathed the pack village in golden light, casting long shadows over the cobblestone paths that wound between rustic wooden cabins. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of bread baking somewhere nearby. Birds chirped in the trees, their melodies blending harmoniously with the sounds of distant laughter and the rhythmic hammering of woodwork.I walked beside Alisha, my steps hesitant yet filled with growing curiosity. The village was nothing like I had imagined. It wasn’t a place of rigid order and cold authority—it was alive, almost calling to me. The pack members moved about with a natural rhythm, exchanging warm smiles, greeting each other with nods and waves. A sense of unity hung in the air, so tangible that I could almost reach out and touch it."This is our home," Alisha said with a smile, gesturing around. "We’re more than just a pack—we’re a family. Everyone looks out for one another. No one is ever truly

Jessica Lewis The moment Tristan disappeared into the night, the air in my room felt heavier—charged with the lingering energy of what had almost happened between us and the tension of something more sinister beyond the walls.The howl had been deep, guttural, and filled with something primal. Something wrong.I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists as my mind screamed at me to stay put. But every instinct in my body told me otherwise.I moved to the window, pushing back the curtain just enough to see outside. The village was alive with movement—wolves shifting, warriors arming themselves, and the flicker of torches illuminating tense faces.Something was out there.I couldn’t just sit here and wait.Slipping on my boots, I grabbed a jacket and cracked open the door. The hallway was quiet, the rest of the house still. Alisha must have been out there with the others already.I took a deep breath and stepped out.The air outside was thick with tension. Shadows darted between bu

Jessica Lewis The hum of the car engine was the only sound between us.I sat stiffly by the window, my gaze locked on the endless stretch of road ahead. Dense forests framed the path, shadows shifting between the towering trees. It had been hours since we left, and still, I hadn’t said a word.Tristan hadn’t either.He sat beside me, one arm resting lazily on the armrest, his attention flicking between the tablet in his hands and the occasional murmured conversation through his earpiece.Busy. Focused. Unbothered.It shouldn’t have bothered me.I had spent the entire morning seething over the fact that I had to find out—through a pack meeting, no less—that this place I had thought was home was nothing more than a temporary stop. That everything I had known these past few weeks were just a fraction of his world.And he hadn’t even think to tell me.So, no. I don't plan on speaking to him.Not now. Not for the rest of this ridiculous journey.I folded my arms over my chest and leaned a

Jessica Lewis It had been a week since we arrived at Tristan’s real home. if you could call a place this massive a home. The mansion — no, the castle — still felt like something out of a movie. Endless hallways, rooms I hadn’t even seen yet, and way too much space for someone like me who wasn’t used to luxury.I was still getting lost, still hesitant to touch things for fear they were older than my entire bloodline, and still trying to figure out where I fit in this strange new life.This morning I woke up to the smell of coffee, rich and familiar, pulling me out of sleep. The tray beside my bed was set with pastries, fruit, and my favorite — a cinnamon roll almost too pretty to eat.And right next to the plate was a single folded note.Follow the roses.My brow arched, curiosity replacing sleepiness as I climbed out of bed. Sure enough, when I stepped into the hallway, there they were — rose petals scattered on the floor, a soft trail of red leading down the corridor.I followed the

Jessica Lewis The warmth between us evaporated like mist under the weight of those words.Tristan’s entire body shifted, muscles tensing beneath his shirt, the easy warmth in his eyes hardening into something sharp and lethal. His hand slipped from my face, leaving my skin cold in its absence.“A rogue?” Tristan asked, his voice calm — too calm.The guard nodded. “We caught him near the southern perimeter. He’s demanding to see you.”Tristan’s frown deepened. “ A common rogue demanding to see me?”The guard hesitated. “He… he mentioned your mate.”I felt the air shift around me. My fingers curled into my palms, and my breath hitched, but I stayed quiet. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could both hear it.Tristan’s stance turned protective, a barely perceptible shift that placed him slightly in front of me, like instinct had already decided I was something to be shielded.“What did he say?” Tristan’s voice was harder now, more dangerous.The guard’s gaze flicked to me, unco