Alpha's Regret After I Mated to His Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

(Elara's POV)The cold white of the hospital room surrounded me. Sterile walls. Distinct smell of antiseptic. But none of it dulled the ache in my body, or the weight pressing down on Emily, my wolf, who cowered in submission.Lucian Thorne stood a few feet from my bed, his presence sharp and dominating. Even without his wolf bearing down, his aura was suffocating. I could feel his eyes, icy and calculating, fixed on me like I was a puzzle to be solved.I sat there, clutching the thin blanket draped over me. My silver-burned arm throbbed, and my breaths came uneven as the sting of my recent wounds gnawed at me like echoes of the past. Emily whimpered softly inside me.Lucian broke the silence first."Speak." His tone was clipped, cold, refusing to bend. "You won’t convince anyone by keeping silent, Elara."My head rose slightly, enough to meet his gaze. His blue eyes chilled me to the bone. “Alpha King, this is pointless,” I said, my voice hoarse and low.His brow furrowed, fain

(Elara's POV)The acrid smell of smoke hit me before I even reached the street. My chest tightened, not just from the scent but from the fear that immediately overwhelmed Emily, my wolf. She whimpered inside me, her presence thin and weak against the surge of dread that coiled tighter with every step I took.The sky was polluted with dark gray clouds of smoke, swirling ominously upward."Mom, what’s happening? Why is Uncle Caleb’s home on fire?" Ethan’s small voice trembled, his hand clutching my coat tightly as we approached the scene. His wide green eyes—so full of innocence—were red and glistening with unshed tears. I didn’t answer immediately.I couldn’t. My throat was so tight that speaking felt impossible.Fire trucks surrounded the burning apartment building. The red and blue lights flashed, illuminating the chaos of firefighters shouting orders and spraying water into the inferno. The street was crowded with neighbors and onlookers, murmuring in alarm and spreading rumors.

(Lucian's POV)The negotiation room was dense with tension. Around the long table, Alphas from the Northern Alliance sat rigidly, their eyes darting toward me cautiously. These meetings were never easy, especially when it involved territorial disputes. Their demands tested even my considerable patience."Alpha King Thorne," one of the representatives finally spoke, his voice laced with false authority. "Surely, you can understand that this territory would—"The shrill ring of my private phone cut through his words.The sound was jarring, unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence. My hand instinctively reached for the device as every Alpha in the room froze. None of them dared move.Everyone knew my reputation. Interrupt me in a negotiation? There were no second chances.Edward, my beta, who stood behind me with his usual composed demeanor, stiffened. His wolf bristled with hesitation.I rarely answered calls during critical meetings unless it was urgent. But this phone number w

(Caleb's POV)The scent of antiseptic stung my nose as I paced the pack hospital waiting area. Every step I took echoed off the stark white walls, an audible reminder of the tension coiling in my chest. My wolf, restless and furious, prowled just beneath my skin, growling with protective rage.They called this "neutral ground," but nothing ever felt neutral when the Thorne or Stone packs were involved. My gaze snapped to Edward Carter, Lucian's ever-loyal beta, who stood near the entrance with his arms crossed, observing me with irritated precision."You have some nerve acting like you're helping us," I hissed, stopping abruptly.Edward raised an eyebrow, his wolf's presence steady but quiet. "We're providing treatment out of necessity, not charity."I clenched my fists, my injured hand sending a fresh wave of pain up my arm. The reminder of Mike Stone's violent display only made the anger simmer hotter."Necessity?" I scoffed, my narrowed eyes locking onto his. "Don’t try to mak

(Elara's POV)I sat down heavily against an overturned crate, scooting back until the damp, splintered wall supported me. The air was thick with dust, and every inhale felt gritty and hard, but I didn’t have the strength or energy to care. My body was screaming for rest. My legs ached from miles of running, and my arms shook faintly with the strain of carrying this burden—both physical and emotional—for far too long.But my mind wouldn’t stop racing.The memories clawed at me, sharp and relentless, dragging me into the past when I most needed to focus on the present. No matter how hard I tried to move forward, it seemed the past wasn’t done with me yet.Winter scenes flickered behind my closed eyes. Snowball fights in the Stone Pack territory. The ice-cold chill biting into my skin, made bearable only by the warmth of camaraderie. My wolf, Emily, learning the art of tracking from... him—Mike Stone.“Elara, follow the scent trail. You need to trust your wolf,” Mike had said. His am