To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Hessa's point of viewThe scent of Dennise made my wolf dizzy, angry and scream murder . The anger we felt for her would suddenly wish death clouding our rational mind into an assassination mind. Every time I caught it, my wolf snarled inside me, pressing claws into my ribs. It was unbearable. That human girl walked these corridors as if she belonged, as if she hadn’t drenched her hands in the blood of my people. My mother’s blood. My pack’s.And Ace just let her. He’s my mate for damn sake. Why would he give mercy to that woman? Or would he rather choose her than me?The thought was like a dagger lodged in my chest, twisting deeper every time I saw them in the same room. The bond that should have made us whole now felt like chains, any minute it would snap into two. I couldn’t take it anymore. I need to talk to him alone. That night, I followed Ace's scent to his private chambers. The door was shut, but locks meant nothing to a wolf. Quiet as a shadow, I slipped inside.He was the

Hessa’s point of viewThe night before…I couldn’t sleep.Every breath in the Cave reeked of her, that human girl, bleeding guilt and sweetness, walking the halls as though she had a right to breathe the same air as me.Every time I thought of her, my chest burned. Not just from the memory of her killing my mother but from the way Ace looked at her. The way his eyes lingered, even when he denied her. The way he didn’t end her when I begged him to.My wolf paced inside me, restless and furious. Her claws raked against my ribs, her growls echoing through my bones. “She is in our way. She will take him from us. End her. End her now.”I pressed my hands to my head, trembling, whispering back.“No. I can’t. Ace told me not to do.anything to her. He trusts us to obey.”But my wolf wasn’t listening anymore. Her jealousy was fire, her rage a storm I couldn’t contain. Every denial, every hesitation from Ace only fed her fury. He had chosen restraint when he should have chosen blood. He had ch

Ace's Point of ViewAce’s Point of ViewHessa’s snarl still rang in the air, but I didn’t answer it on my own. Not this time.I crossed the room slowly, each step making her shoulders stiffen, her claws pressing deeper into her knees. She looked like a cornered wolf, wounded, wild, aching to bite even as her heart bled.I stopped just short of the bed, staring down at her. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Only the sound of her shallow breaths filled the silence.Finally, I let the truth out, low and steady.“You are my mate, Hessa.”Her amber eyes flicked up to mine, sharp, wet, searching.“I think of you,” I continued, my voice rough, strained. “Every hour. Every time I look at her, every time my wolf howls in confusion, I think of you. You are bound to me by the Moon, and that bond is not something I can cast aside.”Her lips trembled, though her claws didn’t loosen.“But your mind is clouded.” My jaw clenched, the words bitter but true. “By pain. By grief. By your mother’s d

Ace’s Point of ViewInside me, my wolf went silent for a moment. He was obviously not calm but waiting. Watching.And I knew this fight wasn’t over. It never would be. The fight inside me reached its peak, too loud, too violent to contain.My wolf snarled, my voice roared back, both of us clawing and snapping, neither yielding. My chest burned, my veins screamed, and then-The dam shattered.My body convulsed, the shift ripping through me in violent waves. My bones cracked, my skin tore, and fur exploded across my muscles. My vision changed into more vivid, and when I opened my eyes, we slammed the door out from the room.The beast was free.Black as midnight, my wolf slammed onto the stone floor, claws gouging deep scars into it. My chest rumbled with a growl that shook the walls, and the lamps along the corridor flickered, glass shattering from the force of my rage.I bolted.Doors splintered as I rammed past them, furniture crushed beneath my paws, men diving out of the way. Growls

Dennise's Point of ViewThere was a long silence between us. He hunched over the table, the silver bullet glinting under the lamp’s harsh glow, its tiny carvings too faint for the naked eye.He pulled out a magnifying glass, lowering it carefully. The etched emblem shimmered faintly, strange, archaic, something that didn’t belong in the world of men.“Do you believe in werewolves?” I asked quietly, my voice hoarse from both pain and fear.He froze, the magnifying glass hovering midair. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to me. His eyes studied my face as though weighing whether I was mocking him, or confessing something dangerous.“You mean the supernaturals?” he asked, his tone measured. Then, as if the question were nothing more than a whisper in passing, he lowered his gaze and returned to the bullet.“Call it like that,” I muttered. My throat was tight, but I forced the words out.His jaw flexed, and then, without looking up, he said, “Yes.”The simple words made my chest constrict.Lork