The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

(Derek’s POV)The dining hall buzzed with quiet activity during the lunch break. Wolves from various packs gathered at long wooden tables, their subdued voices blending with the occasional clink of silverware. My steps resonated sharply against the polished floors, silencing conversations wherever I passed. Their uneasy glances and averted gazes went unnoticed—or rather, they were beneath my attention.I wasn’t here for idle chatter. I was here to maintain control.Yet my focus wavered when my gaze landed ahead.There they were. Alexander stood near the edge of the dining area, his golden eyes scanning the room before flickering toward me as if he had been waiting for this moment. He stood casually, his stance deceptively relaxed, but I knew better. I caught the faintest smirk curling his lips as he glanced at me.“Alpha Silverstone,” Alexander’s voice carried smooth and sharp, cutting through the hum of activity. He tilted his head slightly, mockery evident in his measured tone,

(Aria's POV)Derek’s ice-blue eyes stared into mine, colder than frost, pinning me in place. His towering presence swallowed the room, making the air thick, suffocating. Every instinct screamed for me to move, to escape, but my legs refused to obey. His cedar scent, usually intoxicating, now felt like a cage wrapping tighter and tighter around me.“Explain,” Derek said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. It was a demand, not a request.I tried to take a step back, but my retreat was halted by the wall behind me. Trapped. “There’s nothing to explain,” I managed, keeping my voice steady, though inside I was trembling. “It’s irrelevant—Alexander and I—nothing from the past matters now.”His expression hardened further, his jaw ticking in barely contained anger. The room seemed darker, his presence consuming every bit of light and warmth. “Irrelevant?” he repeated, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. He stepped closer, our

(Samuel's POV)I held the report in my hands, gaze hard on the small amount of information that had just turned Derek's carefully constructed control into thin ice.The longer I stared at it, the heavier it felt. Aria’s past wasn’t just tangled—there was a deep wound buried in these words, one that could break anyone who touched it.I adjusted my collar, unable to shake off the discomfort that came with knowing that what I’d uncovered would only fuel Derek’s fury.The blood-red circle around specific dates on the document testified to it: Five years ago, the same night of her auction and Alexander’s near-fatal illness. The pieces fit too perfectly to be coincidence.His gaze darkened. “Continue.”I placed the folder in front of him but didn’t dare step back just yet.I swallowed hard but nodded, forcing myself to maintain an air of professionalism. "Aria and Alexander shared a connection at Windsor Pack Orphanage. For three years, they were… inseparable."I hesitated, gauging h

(Natalie's POV)The frustration boiling beneath my skin was impossible to ignore. My silver hair, usually pristine and immaculate, no longer framed my face perfectly. The disheveled strands hung in my periphery, fueling my irritation. How dare the guard block me? Me, Natalie Windsor—a pure-blood alpha and the rightful Luna-to-be of the Silverstone Pack!The beta stood firm, his bulky stance as unmovable as the wall behind him. “Alpha Silverstone has ordered complete privacy, Miss Windsor,” he repeated for what must have been the third time. “No one is allowed to enter without explicit consent.”I narrowed my eyes at the beta, my wolf bristling at his defiance. My alpha presence flared instinctively, pressing against his weaker aura. “Do you understand who you're talking to?” I hissed, my lips curling into the beginnings of a snarl. “I am *Derek's* future Luna. I have every right to—”“Miss Windsor, I cannot disobey Alpha Derek’s orders,” Marcus interrupted, cutting off my words. Hi

(Samuel's POV)The air in Derek's office was heavy, carrying an unusual weight that pressed against me as I stood near the corner of the room. Derek’s ice-blue eyes were trained on the window, piercing through the glass as though he could still see Alexander’s car in the distance. His hands clasped behind his back were steady, but his knuckles—the faintest shade lighter than the rest of his fingers—betrayed how hard he was gripping tightly.I shifted my weight uneasily, my nerves tingling from the strange tension radiating from him. The energy in the room wasn’t normal. This wasn’t the typical, controlled aura Derek always carried. There was something unstable underneath.“Alpha,” I started, careful to keep my tone neutral, “it appears Alexander has grown bolder.”His eyes didn’t move. His stance didn’t shift either, arms taut and braced as though he were physically keeping himself from reacting. Silence dragged between us, long enough to make the simple act of breathing feel intru