In Love With The Scared Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Rockan’s POVThe dawn was reluctant to arrive, creeping across the horizon in pale streaks that barely illuminated the mansion grounds. I had barely slept, my mind tangled in plans, threats, and the pulse of my destined mate who had claimed more of my thoughts than reason allowed. Lyra. Even in her peaceful slumber, she had an uncanny power over me a power I feared, craved, and could not resist.I had to leave before she awoke. Tyris’ words from last night still rang in my ears, a cautionary reminder I had broken before even consulting Seraphina. The thought of her sitting in my bed, vulnerable and unaware, stirred my wolf with a ferocity I struggled to contain. Duty demanded restraint, but instinct rebelled with a hunger I could not suppress.Slipping through the corridors, I caught a glimpse of the first light illuminating the gardens below. My wolf roared at the freedom of open space, but my mind kept me tethered to my responsibilities. Kael had survived, but the pieces of this pu

Lyra’s POVTyris stood in the dim light, every inch the predator I had come to know and fear. My pulse raced, heart hammering against my ribcage, as I instinctively took a step back. The shadows seemed to cling to him, accentuating the danger that radiated from his mere presence.“Lyra,” he said again, his voice lower this time, almost a purr. “We need to talk.”“Talk?” I echoed, my voice trembling despite my attempts to appear strong. “You mean after everything… after what happened with Rockan?”He tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “After everything, yes. But it’s not what you think. I’m here because… because of you.”I froze, caught between disbelief and instinctual mistrust. Every fiber of my being screamed that I shouldn’t trust him. Tyris had been the one orchestrating shadows for as long as I could remember manipulations, threats, and now this… him appearing in my sanctuary.“Lyra, listen,” he continued, stepping closer, his golden eyes gleaming with inten

Lyra’s POVThe night air was heavy with the scent of burning herbs and damp earth as I followed Rockan through the moonlit gardens. My heart still pounded from the events of the day the near collapse of the mansion, the whispered threats, and Kael’s revelation. Even though I tried to appear composed, my hands trembled slightly, clutching Rockan’s arm as though my grip could anchor me in the storm of emotions swirling around me.“You’ve been quiet,” Rockan murmured, voice low, smooth, and dangerous. His golden eyes flicked to mine, searching, and I felt exposed beneath that gaze.“I…” I hesitated, struggling to find words that would explain the whirlpool of fear, gratitude, and confusion inside me. “I just… I keep thinking about Kael. About everything. The attacks, the conspiracy it’s all too much.”He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “It’s never too much. You don’t have to carry it alone.” His hand brushed against mine, fingers lingering, grounding me in a

Rockan’s POVThe Consequence of ResurrectionLyra shouldn’t have been awake.Not at this hour, not in this state, not after the emotional storm she’d endured from Tyris’ confession and the revelation of the ancient curse she carried in her blood. But when the first tremor hit the ground soft yet unmistakably wrong I knew sleep would not return to her. Nor to me. Nor to anyone within the boundaries of my kingdom.I froze mid-stride in the war room.The lights flickered.A chill swept through the air, colder than the deepest northern frost.And then… silence.A thick, unnatural, suffocating silence that pressed against the skull and throbbed behind the eyes a silence that didn’t belong to the living.My wolf snarled inside me, pacing violently as if trying to escape its own skin.Something has crossed into our realm.“Rockan?” Lyra’s soft voice drifted from behind me.I turned. She stood in the hallway in nothing but a loose white T-shirt that fell to her mid-thigh, hair messy from slee

TYRIS’ POVThe moment the knock came on my door three sharp taps, evenly spaced my entire body went cold. Scar’s coded signal. Not a call. Not a mindlink. A knock. That alone told me something had gone wrong.I opened the door only halfway, keeping my expression carefully composed. Scar slid inside with the practiced silence of a man who’d killed more people than he’s spoken to. His boots made no sound on the polished floor. His coat dripped faintly moisture, not blood. That was the first bad sign.“You’re early,” I said quietly. “And empty-handed.”Scar’s eyes sharp, assessing, and far too amused settled on me. “Yes. I thought it best to return before you got your hopes up.”A tightness wrapped around my ribs. “Meaning?”Scar dropped onto the edge of the chair opposite my desk and crossed one leg over the other, completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just failed at the one task that could cost me everything.“Marcus wasn’t at the moors,” he said. “Not anymore.”I felt my pulse trip. “Wh