From Omega's Daughter To Alpha's Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Halvar’s POVI stood near the edge of the assembly hall, pretending to look disinterested as the pack gathered to be addressed by the Alpha and the council. The pack's emblem that had once commanded reverence was now looking like a relic of a fading dynasty.Rowland’s face was wary as he climbed the steps of the platform arranged for him. His presence still carried some of his authority, but even the strongest alpha could not silence the current rise of uneasiness that was going through his wolves. They were whispering, exchanging worried looks, and talking about the same thing…his missing children.The golden heirs of Moonlit… missing.And me? I had merely asked the right questions.“Brothers,” Rowland began, trying to sound noble and calm. “I’ve called this assembly to put an end to the rumors about Mira and Cael.”A few heads turned toward me as he said it, but I didn’t meet any of their eyes, not yet. Let them stew in their anger…Let their doubts grow stronger.Rowland continued,

Mira’s POVThe guards entered first.The chains on my wrists clinked as I turned, and my entire body immediately became tense, waiting for the next round of questions…pain, or whatever they thought I deserved today.Then he came in…Garran. The Rogue Alpha. The one whose name made the rest of the wolves in his fortress tremble.“Unbind her,” he said.The guards looked stunned and unsure of what their lord had just said. Garran’s tone wasn’t loud, but it had the kind of power that could easily break bones without too much effort.“My Lord, she’s…”“I said unbind her!” he roared at them.Keys jingled, and a second later, the cold metal fell away from my wrists. I rubbed them slowly, not because they hurt…even though they did, but because I wanted him to know that I wasn’t thankful for the gesture.He shifted his head slightly, studying me carefully. “You’re a cautious young lady, and I can see that. Good…You’ll need it.”I didn’t respond. His eyes went to Cael who was staring at us in th

Halvar’s POVThe night was heavy with fog…a thick, crawling mist that muffled even the sound of my own movements as I stepped into the clearing behind the old watchtower. Our meeting ground for today. It was the kind of place the wind had forgotten, and where all sound dies so that secrets could live.Edrick was already there, of course. He always was. The bastard had a talent for stillness… leaning against the mossy stones like a patient shadow with his arms folded, and his eyes shining with that quiet suspicion he wore like armor. “You’re late,” he said hurriedly.“Or you’re too early,” I replied. “Again.”“I take time seriously when the topic is treason and betrayal, Halvar. This is very dangerous business and you know it.”“Call it strategy,” I said, coming close enough to pat his shoulder. “Treason is such an ugly word.”He let out a quiet laugh. “You called this meeting, Halvar. What game are we playing now?”I let my eyes drift up to the broken spire of the tower, where moonlig

Mira’s POVThe guards came for us yet again. It was now something to be expected every few days, and the interrogations never yielded any different result, but it went on all the same. Cael’s eyes met mine, and I knew what he was thinking…Don’t say anything stupid this time.When the doors opened to usher us into the large hall again, Garran was already there, sitting in his chair with that unshakable calm that made my skin crawl. His eyes locked onto us the moment we entered, and Brakk was standing menacingly at his right side, carrying a heavy scowl on his face.“Bring them closer,” Garran ordered.The guards pushed us forward until we stood at the foot of his seat. His eyes lingered on me longer than on Cael, but I didn’t look away.“You’ve been silent,” Garran began. It was always his opening statement, and I could almost recite it all…everything that would follow, word for word. “A strange choice for someone with so much to hide,” he added with a grin.I didn’t answer. Silence wa

Cael’s POVNot too long after Mira had been led to the sick girl, I saw movement…Brakk. The brute walked past me with his usual storm in his steps, paying me no attention as his eyes were fixed on Garran who stood by the door, speaking to one of his men. Something about Brakk’s posture drew my attention…Something was off.When he finally reached Garran, they exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear from where I stood, then Brakk made a short motion with his hand, a signal. Garran hesitated, looked around, then nodded. They turned and went through the far archway leading out of the hall.My instincts were already active before my brain could even process it. Whatever that was that had made him call for the rogue lord's attention, it wasn’t going to be a friendly chat.I waited until the guards near the door turned their backs, distracted by a servant rushing in with a bowl of steaming water. They were whispering about Garran’s daughter, about the strange prisoner girl claiming to be a hea