Alpha Nolan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Natalia:The drive back to the estate was quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.For the first time, silence between us didn’t feel like a wall, it felt like something that could be crossed if one of us just… reached.The tires crunched against the gravel as the car stopped in front of the main house. The packhouse lights glowed in the distance, warm and welcoming. A few of the sentries bowed as Nolan helped me out of the car.I didn’t need to look at him to know his gaze was following me. I could feel it. I always could.And this time, rather than trying to escape it or hide, I was happy to know that he was looking at me. I was enjoying it.The past few days had changed something between us, something I couldn’t quite name, something I wasn’t ready to admit. But there it was.And everyone saw it too.“You’re blushing, Natalia.” He whispered, making me smile.“I am not. But I am happy. And if that is making my cheeks redden, then so be it.” I said, making him chuckle.The moment we enter

Mira:Morning sunlight was too bright for the kind of mood I woke up in.Sleep had been useless, my head still replayed every word Nolan said last night, every look he gave me before he walked away like I was nothing more than a memory he’d rather forget.He thought he could just erase me.He thought he could kiss her in front of me, humiliate me, dismiss me, and still think I’d fade quietly.He thought that he could easily tell me to walk away and I will without a fight.I wasn’t built to fade.And I wasn’t here to sit back and be her shadow again.I sat on the edge of the bed, picked up my phone, and scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Natalia.I hit call before I could second-guess it.She was going to find out what the truth was. If she believed things to be as innocent, then she was going to hear it from me how they were not.She answered after a few rings. Her voice was calm, steady, too steady.“Mira? Is everything alright? Did something happen?”“Good morning,” I sa

Nolan:I heard the last of their voices fade as I stepped down the corridor, sharp words muffled behind a closed door, followed by silence so tense it felt like it cracked through the air.Her mother brushed past me moments later, chin lifted high, eyes sharp. She didn’t acknowledge me, not beyond a stiff nod, but she didn’t have to. The look she gave was enough, disappointment, judgment, the kind of coldness only a woman trained to wield silence as a weapon could manage.And when I walked into the room, Natalia was standing by the window, her back to me.Her posture was stiff, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles were white.“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly.She didn’t answer right away. Just a shallow nod. “She came to remind me that I’m still their property. She wants me to allow my father to cross me, to go over everything that I know and just be that girl who they can push around because they want to. In their eyes, I am not your wife, I am n

Nolan:The drive back to the hotel was quiet, not the strained kind of silence that used to sit between us, but a softer one. The air hummed with something that neither of us dared to name. But I knew that the tension was one that we couldn’t escape.When we reached the room, she stood by the window again, the same way she had before, her hand brushing the glass as city lights painted her reflection in shades of gold and shadow. “We didn’t need to go to a hotel, you do realize that?”“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to do it for you.” I said softly.I took off my jacket, setting it aside, and for a while I just watched her. There was something about her stillness that undid me more than anything else, something so fragile, yet steady, as if she carried an entire storm beneath her calm.“You should rest,” I said finally, though my voice sounded low, rougher than I meant it to. “You need to give yourself a little break.”She turned slightly, a small smile curving her lips. “I’m not tire

Natalia:The hotel room was still warm from the morning sun, the faint hum of the city below spilling in through the half-drawn curtains. I sat at the edge of the bed, legs curled under me, still wrapped in one of Nolan’s shirts. It was too big on me, the sleeves hung past my hands, the fabric soft against my skin, and yet somehow, it felt right.He was sitting opposite me, his hair still damp from a shower, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he watched me stir the coffee he’d brought from the lobby.It should have been awkward.It wasn’t. If anything, I don’t know when I last felt this comfortable.“Are you staring at me?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes.“Yes.” His voice was calm, unhurried. “You do that a lot when you think I’m not looking.”I arched an eyebrow. “Do what?”“Overthink.” He said casually. “Try to pretend that you’re not, but I can see it in the way you get lost in your thoughts, sometimes pout. Either way, I can always tell when you are overthinking.”Th