The Rogue's Reluctant Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The silence returned, deeper, more profound. This they understood. The cold, clinical threat was far more terrifying than Roric’s red-faced rages. “Your lives are about to improve” I continued. “But your freedom to be stupid, treacherous, or lazy is over. This pack will become strong again. It will become feared by our enemies, not ourselves. You will work. You will obey. And in return, you will eat. You will be safe. You will have a future.” I stopped pacing and turned to face them fully. “That is my bargain. Take it, and thrive. Reject it…” I let the threat hang in the air, cold and absolute. I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked away, Selena falling into step beside me. We left them standing there, stunned, trying to process this new, terrifying, pragmatic kind of leadership. The rest of the day was a grind. Endless meetings. Marcus brought me lists. Lists of supplies. Lists of personnel. Lists of grievances. A Beta named Kael, who’d been in charge of the granaries

The water had gone lukewarm, the steam thinning to a faint haze. We’d stayed in the pool until our fingers pruned, until the immediate, frantic need for connection had been sated, replaced by a deeper, more settled calm. I’d washed the sweat and the lingering scent of the den from her skin, my hands moving over her with a possessiveness that was now more ritual than conquest. She’d done the same for me, her touch firm and sure, scrubbing away the grime of the day, the metaphorical blood of a dozen petty decisions.We dressed in silence, the simple act feeling more intimate than what had happened in the water. The clean clothes ..a fresh tunic and trousers for me, another simple wool dress for her, felt like a new skin. A small reclaiming of order.Back in the Alpha’s den, the pile of ledgers and scrolls still waited, a silent accusation of work unfinished. I looked at them, and for the first time, the sight didn’t coil a knot of pure annoyance in my gut. It was just work. A problem

I stopped, leaning against the rock wall just inside the tunnel entrance, content to watch her, unseen. This was her time. Her ritual. One she’d discovered in the human world, a small piece of peace she’d carved out for herself. As the sun crested the mountains, flooding the valley below with brilliant, blinding light, she lifted her face to it, eyes closed, as if soaking in its warmth. The sight of her, silhouetted against the dawn, so still, so peaceful, hit me with a force I wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t lust though.. It was something else entirely. Something quieter. Something that made my chest feel too tight. She must have sensed me. Her posture didn’t change, but she spoke, her voice soft, carried by the wind. “I wondered if you’d come find me.” “I woke up and my property was missing,” I said, pushing off the wall and walking towards her. My tone was light, a deflection. “I was concerned.” She smiled, her eyes still closed. “Liar. You were curious.” I came to stand bes

The use of my title wasn't casual. It was a recognition. An acknowledgment that my position was more than ceremonial. I took a moment to think it through, aware of my responsibility to get this right. "We don't know enough yet," I said finally. "The search teams need to find those wolves. Dead or alive, we need to know what happened. But in the meantime, I think you should talk to people. Not formally. Not as the Alpha demanding answers. Just...talk. Sit with some of the older wolves who remember Roric's time. Find out who really benefited from him. Who was close to him in ways that mattered." Austin was quiet for a long moment, and I could see him turning my words over in his mind, examining them from different angles. "And if I find someone who clearly has guilty knowledge?" "You don't execute them immediately," I said, choosing my words carefully. "You give them the chance to show where their loyalty lies now. And if they choose wrong..." I let that sentence hang. A small smil

"I kept detailed records, Alpha," Marcus said, spreading out his notes. "The sealed tunnel had specific markings. Roric had them made, a sort of signature to indicate which barriers were his personal projects. Most of the pack doesn't even know they exist." Austin studied the marks, his expression unreadable. "Who would have access to this information?" "The Alphas before you would have known," Marcus said carefully. "And anyone who was in the inner council during Roric's or Vorlag's time. So that would be...councilman Theron, Captain of the Hunt Morwenna, the Healer Esther, and..." He paused, clearly uncomfortable. "Gareth. The weapons master. He'd have needed to know where those barriers were if he was going to help fortify them." Austin was quiet for a moment, his mind working. Then, "Has anyone suggested that maybe the breach was an accident? That someone was exploring and happened to find it?" "Not credibly, Alpha. The barrier was sealed with a locking mechanism that requi