The Alpha broken mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Isabella and I walked through the castle grounds in silence for several minutes, the evening air cool against my skin. The gardens were peaceful at this hour, with only the sound of crickets and the distant gurgle of the fountain breaking the quiet."Arthur," Isabella said finally, stopping near a rose bush heavy with white blooms. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me."I turned to face her, studying her expression in the fading light. "Alright.""Do you like me?""No," I said bluntly. "I have no feelings of affection for you"She nodded slowly, as if she'd expected that answer. "I can live with that.""You can?" I said surprised."My parents married without falling in love," Isabella explained, her voice steady. "They built something over time. Respect, partnership, eventually affection. As long as you're committed to trying, we can make this work too.""If you had to choose between me and Aurora, who would you pick?""That question is meaningless," I sa

The morning of my wedding eve began with the task I'd been dreading since Lucien's betrayal. I needed a new Beta, and I needed one fast. The position couldn't remain vacant, not with the pack already questioning my leadership and a wedding that would cement my future as Alpha.I'd called for trials to be held in the training hall, a massive stone structure that had witnessed countless competitions over the centuries. Word had spread quickly through the pack, and by dawn, twenty-three wolves had presented themselves as candidates.By noon, I'd narrowed it down to five finalists based on their service records, combat skills, and loyalty assessments. Now came the real test.The five men stood before me in a line, each one representing different strengths and backgrounds within the pack. There was Bjorn, a massive warrior with shoulders like an ox and a reputation for never backing down from a fight. Beside him stood Halvard, leaner but quick, known for his strategic mind. Then came Vidar

"Hello, everyone," I said, my words amplified and echoing off the walls. "How about all you motherfuckers just die?"The hall exploded into chaos. Chairs toppled as people scrambled over each other, desperately trying to reach the exits. Women screamed, men shouted orders, and the carefully arranged wedding dissolved into pandemonium.I lifted my gun and fired into the crowd. One shot, then another, the recoil biting into my shoulder as people dropped in every direction. I aimed at a man rushing toward the door and pulled the trigger, then swung to the left where a woman tried to shield herself behind a chair. She fell before she could move. I kept shooting, each target falling as I advanced through the hall. A group tried to push past me and I cut them down without hesitation. The noise of the gunfire filled my ears, sharp and constant, drowning out the screams. I reloaded quickly and fired again, watching bodies collapse across the floor, blood streaking the white cloth of the tabl

I knocked softly on the door before entering. Isabella was propped up in bed, her shoulder heavily bandaged. Her dark hair hung loose around her face, and she looked pale but alert. When she saw me, her expression went blank."Isabella," I said, stepping into the room. "How are you feeling?"She turned her head away, looking out the window instead of at me."Isabella, please. Talk to me."Silence. The steady beep of her heart monitor was the only sound in the room."Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?" I asked, moving closer to her bed.Finally, she turned back to face me. "When Aurora shot me, why didn't you try to save me?"The question hit like a punch to the gut. "What?""You heard me." Her voice was calm, but I could hear the hurt underneath. "When she pulled that trigger and I fell, why didn't you come to me? Why didn't you hold me while I was bleeding on the floor? Or maybe just check if I was still alive before you threw yourself in front of a bullet for her?"I opened my

I was staring at the wall when I heard the door open. I didn't turn around at first, assuming it was Arthur coming back to deliver another speech about how I needed to accept my situation or trust him or whatever other manipulation he'd cooked up."What do you want from my son?"I turned to see Catherine standing in the doorway. Arthur's mother. The woman who had tried to shoot me at the wedding. "Nothing," I said flatly. "I don't want anything from him except my freedom.""Liar." Catherine stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click that somehow sounded ominous. "You want something. Everyone wants something. Money? Status? Power? Or maybe you just enjoy watching him suffer?""I told you. I want nothing from your precious son, infact he is the one that wants something from me.""Then why won't you leave him alone? Why do you keep causing chaos and destruction? Why did you shoot up his wedding and kill members of his pack?"I stood up from the bed, fac