Marked by the Alpha, Avenged by the Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I collapsed in the rain.Soaked to the bone, I curled up like a dying cat on the edge of the slums. My calming brews had worn off, and the Omega scent markers inside me were spiraling out of control.I vaguely heard a car door open."Is she still alive?""Breathing, barely. Looks like she hasn't had any calming brews in a while.""Bring her back."The low, commanding voice cut through the storm.When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a warm, unfamiliar bed.“You’re awake?” A deep, magnetic voice reached my ears. I turned my head and met a pair of icy blue eyes.“You…” My voice trembled, hoarse and weak. “You’re… Alpha Joe?”He didn’t deny it. “Alpha Joe Foster.”The Alpha of the Foster Pack. A legend. A pureblood Alpha born into power and ruthlessness.“You don’t remember me?” I asked, voice barely a whisper.He glanced at me for a second, then looked away. “I didn’t save you because I know you.”“Then why?”He stood, back straight and cold like a sculpture. “Your blood type is

The council hall was lit like a coronation chamber. I walked across the red carpet, each step of my heels clicking like a countdown."Is that... Alpha Stephen Redcliff?""The longlost Alpha heiress? She was supposed to be dead.""Looks insane to me."Let them talk. I didn’t come back to be silent.Alpha Joe sat on the high seat, dressed immaculately as always, his gaze sharp as a blade."Miss Redcliff," he spoke, voice calm but cold. "Is your presence today political... or purely theatrical?"I smiled, pulling a bottle of wine from behind me. “A celebration, of course.”Then I uncorked it and threw the entire glass at his tailored suit.Gasps filled the room.Alpha Joe’s scent markers flared immediately—pine and blackwood, crashing down like a storm.But I didn’t flinch.I released mine—cold iron and silver fox. The scent sliced through the air like a dagger.He stumbled back.“She’s suppressing his scent markers!”“She’s a toplevel Alpha!”I stepped closer. “What’s the matter, Alpha J

“Rejection Level: Abnormal.”“Artificial interference detected... abnormal immune response.”I stared at the medical report on the hospital's archived system, each word cutting through me like a blade.Emily’s heart transplant didn’t fail by chance. Someone made it fail.Luna Linda’s father's signature—Jason Harrison—was stamped on the file.“You manipulated her rejection… you killed her,” I whispered.I copied the file to a hidden drive, tucked it inside my coat, and turned to leave.A soft click.“You shouldn’t be here.”His voice was ice. I froze.Alpha Joe stood in the hallway, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“You followed me?”“You made it too easy.” He stepped closer. “Did you think the Foster Pack hospital would just let you wander in?”I clutched the drive. “Move.”“Hand it over,” he demanded, pinning me to the wall.“You don’t get to tell me what to—”He leaned in suddenly, nose brushing my neck, breathing me in.“…You smell like her.”I froze.“Exactly the same… as she

“...Would you really die for me?”The moment the recording echoed through the werewolf council hall, silence fell like a blade.Luna Linda’s voice, trembling with fake sobs at first, soon turned sharp and icy:“Erase Emily’s name from the medical records. Put mine instead. Lucien has to live. You know what I mean.”I sat at the head of the chamber, calm as still water, letting the whispers swell like a rising tide.“She forged the records—”“Dr. Jason’s her father…”Alpha Joe stood below the dais, paper clenched in his fist, face ashen.I walked down the steps and placed the USB drive in his hand.“Play it yourself.”He looked down, voice hoarse. “How did you even get this…”“Because you never bothered to look,” I said quietly. “She told you who to let die, and you didn’t even ask why.”He shook his head, as if denial alone could rewrite reality. “She wouldn’t—”“But she did.” I took another step. “And you—you—held Emily down on the operating table and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid. I’m

They locked me in the deepest chamber of the Redcliff estate—a prison carved not just from stone, but from silence, and control.The runes on the walls glowed with ancient silver light. My wrists and ankles were bound by chains etched with suppressive glyphs, pulsing like a heartbeat. My scent markers, once wild and unstable, were now frozen beneath cold iron.I couldn’t scream. I wouldn’t beg.All I had was breath. And fury.“Mixedpower bearer.”The High Elder’s voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "You, Alpha by flesh, Omega by scent—are a violation of every natural order. At dawn, you will be purified. Your power , removed. Your lineage… corrected."I didn’t flinch.Instead, I laughed.It was hoarse, broken, but it echoed like a bell in the hollow space.“You call that justice?” I asked, voice slicing through the cold. “You sit there, smug in your robes, worshiping a bloodline that eats its own.”A murmur rippled among the robed figures.“You should thank me,” I continued.