Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Lena stood frozen for a moment, her pulse steady but her chest tight, staring at the five figures who had somehow approached her without a sound. The brunette stood slightly forward, chin tilted in the kind of arrogant posture Lena had seen too many times in wolves who thought themselves untouchable. Lena’s jaw clenched. How the hell had she let them sneak up on her? It wasn’t possible — not for her. Her hearing was sharp, her awareness honed to a predator’s instinct. She should have felt their presence the second they came within thirty feet. And yet… she had been distracted. Her mind replayed the faint scent that had hit her minutes ago, faint but undeniable, a scent she knew as well as her own. Ethan. The one person she had explicitly told to stay far, far away from this trip. But he wasn’t here. She had mistaken his scent. She’d been so focused on that ghost of a scent that she had completely missed the approaching girls. Rookie mistake. And one she couldn’t afford h

Lucas lay sprawled on the polished wooden floor, his tall frame convulsing, his lips turning a dangerous shade of blue. His fingers clawed weakly at the air, as if reaching for something that wasn’t there. “Lucas!” Lily screamed. Her hands shook violently as she grabbed his shoulders, terrified she was too late. “Oh my God—Lucas! Stay with me!” “Lucas!” Liam barked, already crouching at his twin’s other side. His usually sharp and controlled voice cracked with panic. His hands fumbled at Lucas’s collar, loosening it, checking for his pulse. Maya sat upright, her breath caught in her throat. “Help! Somebody—HELP!” She rushed out of the lunch room, her sandals smacking against the tiled floor of the hallway, her voice shrill as it carried through the resort. “We need a doctor—NOW!” Lily pressed her ear close to Lucas’s lips, hearing shallow, ragged gasps. She clutched his hand, her tears splashing onto his skin. “No, no, no. Lucas, don’t you dare leave me. Please don’t die. P

The sterile hum of the hospital waiting room pressed down on everyone like an invisible weight. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the room in pale blues and washed-out whites that seemed to strip life from every surface. The atmosphere was really depressing but the group had no other choice than to stay within those walls as if they were frozen in time. Lena sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, but her mind was far from calm. She knew she couldn’t afford to betray even the faintest flicker of what gnawed at her—the truth that someone had deliberately poisoned Lucas during their private lunch and it might be who she suspected. Her instincts told her she needed to eliminate Ethan as a suspect first, but for now she had to keep her suspicions buried deep inside. Aiden was pacing near the corner, his long strides betraying the storm brewing in him. He tried to look composed, but every now and then his fingers raked through his hair, his jaw tightening as th

The automatic glass doors of the hospital slid open with a low hiss, and a gust of warm evening air swept against Lena’s face. Time had gone much faster than any of them could have thought, but who could blame them when their minds are preoccupied. The faint hum of crickets outside was a sharp contrast to the sterile silence inside the hospital and it did little to soothe the ache building in Lena’s chest. She breathed it in deeply, trying to push away the lingering sting of antiseptic that clung to her senses. Her phone buzzed again in her palm. The screen lit with Ethan’s name, glowing like a force, urging her to pick up. "Please let this be nothing. Please let him just be on campus. Please let him not be the one pulling strings in the shadows" she said to herself as she prepared to answer his call. The thought clawed at her, despite trying to convince the others thst it was not possible for Ethan to be behind Lucas’s poisoning. She needed to know the truth. It was now or ne

The hum of medical machines was the first thing Lucas became aware of. A low, rhythmic beep, steady and constant, pulled him from unconsciousness. His eyelids felt heavy, but slowly he forced them open, letting the sterile white of the hospital room blur into focus. For a long, quiet moment, he didn’t understand where he was. His head pounded faintly, his throat dry, and his limbs heavy as though he had been running for hours. "Why am I here?" He blinked again, and memories began coming back—warmth of the sun, the salt of the sea air, the laughter of the group echoing across the resort’s deck. Yes. That was the last thing he remembered. Lunch. Everyone happy. Everything calm. But what had happened after? When Lucas tried to push himself up, pain sliced through his body. His abdomen twisted sharply, his chest burning with a violent reminder that something inside him was very wrong. He groaned, collapsing back into the hospital mattress. And then it hit him. Poison. His brea