The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

AriaImagine being eighteen coming back from a boarding school far away from home, only to be welcomed by the death of your entire family.The train kept shaking like it was trying to throw me off and every clunk it made was like a countdown to hell. I hadn’t seen them for six years yet here I was, staring at the telegram for six hours without blinking. The paper had began to get soft from my sweaty grip.Accident…fire… no survivors.The words hadn't changed, but I kept reading them anyway, as if the next time I looked, they'd say something different. That this was all some terrible mistake. That when I got home, Lira would be waiting at the station with that smirk of hers, ready to tease me about how pale I'd gone at the news. Outside the window, the landscape slowly faded away. Six years ago, these same fields had been blanketed in snow when I left for school. Lira had pressed her forehead to the train window beside me, her breath fogging the glass. "Dad says this is for the best.

Alpha KolShe looked like her. Same dark hair. Same sharp little chin. Same mouth that looked like it was seconds from calling me an arrogant bastard. It was impossible. I knew it was impossible. I watched Lira’s body burn with my own eyes. But still. Still, my wolf wouldn’t calm down. Even now, pacing the length of my study with a glass of whiskey sweating in my hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl at the bar. She hadn’t flinched when I looked at her. She hadn’t stammered or bowed or simpered like the rest. She had challenged me. Coolly and smoothly.I hated her for it but I wanted her for it. And oh so help me, I was going to have her for it. I took another drink, feeling the fire burn all the way down, and let myself remember. Lira. The way she used to laugh like nothing in the world could touch her. The way she once stabbed me in the hand with a butter knife at a pack dinner for grabbing her wrist too hard. “You don’t own me, Alpha," she had snarled,

AriaUncle Jarek looked at me like I was a stranger, like I was something broken he didn’t know how to fix. Because I was supposed to be somehow sane after everything. I was supposed to be the one who left the past behind. At least, that’s what I let him believe. He stood over me, the pages of my old journal; my hidden confessions, fluttering at his feet. Right there, in plain sight, Kol’s name circled over and over again in red. "You promised me," Jarek said. "you were done with this." I didn’t even try to defend myself. There was no point. "I promised I’d stay alive," I said instead, jaw tight. "Not that I’d forget." Jarek’s eyes, usually so steady, went wild. He pointed toward the door like he could banish this whole mess just by yelling loud enough. "I saw you," he shouted. "I saw you sitting there in his car, right out front. You had your chance — why didn’t you do it then?" Because I was confused. Because for a split second, Kol hadn’t looked l

AriaThe first thing I noticed was the cold. It was not in the room and neither was it in the air. But it was beside me. A full bed of silk and goose feathers, but only one occupant. I stretched my hands across the sheets only to find nothing but cold linen and distance. Kol hadn’t even touched the bed.Not after last night he won’t.I laid still with my arms tucked across my chest like I were a dead body. The memories of last night played behind my closed eyes—Kol’s hand wrapped around my wrist, his voice as cold as death when he threatened to kill my uncle and the most of all, the weight of my hatred sinking deeper into my bones.I had vowed to kill him. And the terrifying part? I meant it.But now, in the morning light, something sat beneath that rage. Fear. Not just of Kol but of me.Could I really go through with it? Could I slide a blade through the chest of the Alpha who ruled half the region, who kissed me in front of hundreds like I was the only woman he’d ever see again? Cou

Kol I was dancing with her. The ballroom glowed in golden light and in the air was soft music. My hand was on her waist and my other was clasping hers. Her skin, warm against mine. Aria smiled up at me, dressed in a blood-red gown that shimmered like rubies“Smile,” she whispered, leaning close. “People are watching.”I glanced around. The ballroom was empty.“It’s just us,” I replied, confused. “There’s no one here.”She didn’t answer. She just looked up again with that smile, only this time it didn’t reach her eyes.“Smile,” she said again.My grip tightened. “Aria…?”“Smile,” she repeated, louder.Then the corners of her mouth curled higher, peeling into something too wide and too sharp. Her features began shifting— darker and sharper brows, lipstick red like blood. Then her posture tilted and Aria had completely transformed into her.Into Lira.Her hair curled in the same wicked waves she wore when she wanted to start wars. Her perfume was so strong that it burned my throat. She