The Alpha King Begged His Omega to Come Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

(Derek's POV)I jerked awake with a gasp, my heart pounding against my ribcage. The nightmare clung to me like a second skin, more vivid than any dream I'd experienced in centuries of alpha life.In it, Aria stood before me, her silver hair gleaming in the moonlight, violet eyes filled with a serene acceptance that chilled me to my core."Take a picture of me," she'd said, her omega voice gentle yet firm. "As a memento before our contract expires."Even in the dream, I'd felt a surge of possessive need. "Anything," I'd promised. "Ask me for anything, and I'll give it."Her smile had been soft, tinged with something I couldn't identify. "Then later... may we be separated by the vastness of the hunting grounds and ancestral forests, never to cross paths again in life or death."Her words had cut deeper than any silver blade. The realization that she desired eternal separation—to never encounter me again, even in the afterlife—had shattered something fundamental within me.I blinke

(Dr. Reed's POV)I jerked awake, a silent scream lodged in my throat. The nightmare had returned—Cassandra Silverstone's face contorted in agony, her wolf fading as silver poison coursed through her veins. Victoria Silverstone standing over her, that same terrible smile I'd seen today.My hands trembled as I wiped cold sweat from my forehead. The silver burns on my body throbbed, a visceral reminder of my current predicament. Three days of torture at Victoria Silverstone's command had left me weak, my beta wolf whimpering inside me.The pack healing chamber where they kept me was more prison than medical facility. Moonlight filtered through the wolfsbane-infused window, casting eerie shadows across the silver-reinforced floor. The door remained locked, guards posted outside—not to protect me, but to ensure I couldn't escape.I stared at my reflection in the polished silver surface of the medical tray. My face was nearly unrecognizable, bruised and burned from Victoria's "questionin

(Derek's POV)The silence that followed my mother's departure felt suffocating. I stood motionless, my bandaged wrists throbbing beneath the wolfsbane-infused dressings, a constant reminder of my failed attempt to join Aria in the ancestral hunting grounds.Sarah lay on the silver-reinforced floor where my mother's enhanced pack guards had thrown her after bringing her to my estate. Her face was bruised, lip split, formal pack robes torn – all evidence of Victoria Silverstone's "persuasion" methods.I turned to Marcus Steel, my beta housekeeper, who stood nearby. His face had drained of all color after witnessing the confrontation between me and my mother. His beta wolf was clearly terrified, eyes darting between Sarah's injured form and my cold expression."Get a pack healer for Sarah," I commanded, careful to keep my overwhelming alpha presence tightly controlled. After my near-death experience, my wolf was dangerously unstable, prone to flares of power that could harm weaker wol

(Derek's POV)The silver-enhanced ceremonial mask felt heavy in my hands, its weight symbolic of the burden I now carried. I traced my fingers over the gold-trimmed edges, feeling each intricate pack symbol etched into its surface. This mask represented more than just my alter ego—it was freedom from the constraints of being Derek Silverstone, heir to a corrupted pack legacy.Tonight, I would become justice itself.I slipped the mask over my face, feeling the familiar sensation of wolfsbane-infused material against my skin. The ancient symbols I had painted on my neck burned slightly, activating the power-masking enchantment that would prevent other wolves from sensing my true alpha presence."The vehicles are ready, Alpha," Samuel's voice came through our secured pack bond.I exited my private chambers, the fabric of my black formal pack robes whispering against the silver-reinforced floors. The mansion was quiet, most of the staff having retired for the evening. Only Marcus Stee

(Third person's POV)The stench was overwhelming—a putrid mixture of rotting garbage and silver-infused industrial waste that permeated the cold night air. Natalie Windsor gasped for breath as she was yanked from the filthy disposal pit behind Windsor Pack Territory's industrial zone, her once-pristine formal pack robes now soaked in foul muck.Her aristocratic features contorted with rage, silver-tainted mud dripping from her blonde hair. The pure-blood wolf's elegant appearance had been utterly destroyed, silver burns forming where the tainted water touched her skin."How dare you!" she shrieked, her claws extending despite her weakened state. "Do you know who I am?!"The masked wolves surrounding her remained impassive, their enhanced beta presence forming an intimidating circle around her.Natalie's eyes blazed with fury as realization struck her. "Derek Silverstone!" she spat, struggling against the grip of the wolf holding her. "This is your doing, isn't it? Betraying your p