Mistaken by fate(the Lycans curse) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Lyra’s POVI entered a dining room that felt almost regal, the kind of room that invited reverence. A polished, four-seater wooden table dominated the space, its surface gleaming under the warm, intimate light.The craftsmanship was beautiful, a reminder of the table my father once had. I felt oddly nostalgic, though I tried to push that thought away. The décor was a touch extravagant, befitting an Alpha who had means to spare, and though I was alone at the table, the soft elegance of my beige gown kept me from feeling out of place. I never would have guessed that the stranger I’d waved down on the highway would lead me here, to such a strange, almost surreal new beginning.A voice cut through my thoughts. “Alpha Keith Harold is making an entrance.”My heart skipped a beat. My mates had spoken of a different Alpha in the West, and the name Keith Harold was unfamiliar. I scrambled to my feet, hands trembling with nerves. What if this Alpha didn’t take kindly to a stranger? What if he s

Keal’s POVSleep was no friend to us at night. It was more like a shadow that mocked us, a bitter reminder of the peace we’d lost. Every minute stretched out, endless and heavy. Our minds circled around one agonizing thought — where was Lyra? What if she was cold? What if she was hurt? Every possibility tore into me, and all I could do was stay in my room, drowning in a despair so deep it felt like it would swallow me whole.Tears flowed, and I didn’t hold them back. For once, I was powerless.We’d tried everything. We even went to the seer, clinging to hope she’d have an answer, some vision to guide us. But not this time. Not even she could help us, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. How could I blame anyone but myself? We’d failed Lyra. Our own mate, our own heart.We were so caught up in not upsetting the Alpha of the West, in keeping our own skin safe, that we forgot about the person who mattered most. I couldn’t stop the guilt that ate away at me, the shame that tightened around

Keal’s POVRonon’s face hardened, and he struck them again, the whip cracking against flesh, the cries echoing in the air.“You mean to tell me that you would rather defy your Alpha’s orders than cross a pair of corrupt Elders?” I asked, letting my voice carry the bitterness and betrayal I felt. They sobbed, trembling before us, but I had no sympathy to give. They had been trusted with Lyra’s safety, and they had thrown her to the wolves.I took a step back, trying to rein in the anger threatening to consume me, but the pain in my chest only grew stronger.Lyra, wherever you are, know this: I would tear down every law, defy every Elder, if it meant bringing you home.“You starved my wife! Our wife! Your Luna!” My voice cracked with anger and disbelief as I let the word wife leave my lips for the first time. The word felt strange yet sacred because, conventional or not, she was ours, bound to us as deeply as the pact itself. But these people — our own people — had betrayed her because

Chapter 96: Revealing 1 Lyra’s POV I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the afternoon light spilling lazily through the window. I could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on me, filling the space where my thoughts drifted aimlessly. There wasn’t much to do here, and though the library tugged at my curiosity, I wasn’t eager to run into anyone, especially the women from the harem. They resented me, and I couldn’t entirely blame them. Their lives had been thrown into chaos because of Keith’s decision. It was a bold move on his part, one I didn’t understand. I had no love to offer him; I’d made that clear. And Keith didn’t strike me as someone with a surplus of patience. The truth was, I didn’t know what my future looked like here—or if I even had one. The North, the South, the East… none of them held a place for me. If things didn’t work here, there was nowhere else to turn. I felt the gnawing truth of it in my bones. If I failed to make it work with Keith, I was as goo

Ronon’s POVI lay sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling when it hit me—a silence so thick and unnatural that it seemed to fill the room. It wasn’t just a quiet moment; it felt like something essential had been cut off, like a lifeline severed. I couldn’t place what it was, but it was crushing, heavy, and painful in a way that words couldn’t explain.My chest felt hollow, and an ache bloomed inside me, gripping tighter by the second.Then, suddenly, Keal’s voice echoed in my head.“Ronon,” he called, his tone laced with confusion and alarm. “Did you feel that?”“Yes,” I managed to reply, even though my voice felt weak, almost distant.“What’s going on?” came Dax’s voice, tinged with the same dread I felt.The pain pulsed in me, but I forced myself to sit up, then dragged myself from the bed, feeling like I was moving through thick fog.I stumbled into the living area, my heart pounding with a sense of foreboding. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. If we all felt