The Scarred Luna: Alpha's Unforgivable Mistake のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 199

KAEL Rhys wasn’t moving. That was the first thing I clocked. We had come in together, both of us crossing into the space at the same time, and somewhere between the door and where we were now, my brother had just. Stopped. Like someone had reached into him and pulled out whatever kept him going. His eyes were on Lela. I looked at her too. Then I looked away. Some things you didn’t let your gaze stay on too long. I turned back to Rhys. He hadn’t moved. My first thought, because I am who I am and certain things are reflexive, was that he was torn up about her in the way you got torn up about someone who had meant something once. Lela had called herself his first love enough times and loudly enough that the label had started to stick regardless of whether he had ever claimed it. Every time she said it he shut it down. Flat. No room for interpretation. Not my first love, not even close, stop saying that. But I had always filed it under things men said when the truth was inconv

RHYS I just stood there watching everything unfold. I was trying to make sense of everything that was happening in front of me and honestly, I couldn’t, because what the hell was this? One moment, we were all standing here, watching Lela’s body burn, the next, everything just exploded. Voices are overlapping and accusations are flying. Emotions are running too high. And right in the middle of it all, We have Thena of course with her sharp tongue. I dragged a hand down my face slowly, my eyes moving from one person to another. Carvin looked like he was one second away from losing it completely and Kael was barely holding him back. Eryn looked stressed as hell, trying to control something that was already out of control. And Thena? She just kept talking like she didn’t realize the gravity of what she was doing. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care. “She deserved it.” I clenched my jaw slightly. Yeah… no. That was wrong.Everyone knew it was wrong. Even if Lela was a terrib

RHYSI didn’t realize how quiet the house had become until I said it out loud.The words sat between us like they didn’t belong in the same room as breathing, as if even the walls had decided to listen more carefully.“I used to work for them,” I said again, slower this time, watching her face as I spoke. “Sons of the Wild… back in Virova. I was younger. Stupid. I hacked systems, rerouted funds, broke into things I shouldn’t have been anywhere near.”Eryn didn’t move at first. Not even a blink. Niko’s soft breathing filled the silence from the other room, steady and unaware of how fast everything in here was falling apart.“I didn’t care what it was for back then,” I continued, my voice tightening despite myself. “It was just work. Code, systems, numbers. Until it wasn’t.”Her gaze sharpened slightly at that, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.“There was a fight,” I said, jaw tightening as the memory pressed harder than I wanted it to. “It broke out inside one of their old facilities. My

TORRENI told myself this week would end quietly.That was the only thing I had actually allowed myself to believe when I signed off on the Playground Park project. Clean deal, clean paperwork, clean exit. Something simple enough to keep my head straight for once instead of circling the same problems I couldn’t pin down.Saela hadn’t reached out.That alone should have been a relief. Instead, it sat in the back of my mind like a warning I couldn’t read properly. Saela didn’t disappear. She repositioned. She waited. She calculated. Silence was never her nature unless it was intentional.Maddox had been worse.Restless all morning, pacing in my head like he didn’t trust the ground I was standing on.“You’re not paying attention,” he snapped earlier, sharp enough to cut through my focus while I was reviewing the final approval.“I am,” I muttered under my breath at the time, signing the last page and pushing the file forward.“No, you’re not.”That was when I finally stopped arguing with

RHYSI didn’t even finish my coffee before Kael showed up at my door.He didn’t knock like someone with manners. He knocked like someone who already owned the place, sharp, deliberate, impatient. And before I could even decide whether I wanted to deal with him, the handle turned and he let himself in.Of course he did.“You’re early,” I muttered, setting the mug down harder than necessary, ceramic hitting wood with a dull, irritated thud.Kael glanced around my living room, slow and assessing, like he was mentally cataloging everything, exits, weaknesses, how quickly he could dismantle the calm I’d built for myself. “You said you’d help me.”“I said I’d consider helping you,” I corrected, leaning back against the counter, arms loose but my posture anything but relaxed. My eyes stayed on him, tracking every small movement. “There’s a difference.”He smirked faintly, like the distinction didn’t matter, like it never had. Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the screen with a focus that