REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

KRISTEN'S POVMorning came like a soft breath through the half-open curtains, spilling golden light across the sheets tangled around us. For the first time in weeks, I woke without tension in my chest — no alarms, no reports, no nightmares of blood and betrayal. Only Eliana, asleep beside me, her hair a dark spill over my arm, her breathing steady against my skin.I could still feel the weight of her words from the night before.“Yes, Kristen… I’ll do it. I’ll be your Luna.”The memory replayed, warm and unreal. I’d waited so long to hear her say it, that even now my mind fought to believe it had truly happened.My wolf stirred quietly beneath the surface — content, protective, claiming her all over again. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She shifted slightly, murmuring something incoherent before settling once more.For a few stolen minutes, I allowed myself to imagine a life where this calm lasted — where my pack thrived, where no threats lingered beyond the borders, where E

The first thing I felt was heat.It crept beneath my skin, pulsing from the gash on my shoulder like a second heartbeat. The second thing I felt was pain. A sharp, grounding ache that dragged me out of the darkness I’d been lost in for hours.When my eyes fluttered open, the room swam into focus — dim light filtering through drawn curtains, the faint scent of lavender and herbs hanging in the air. I recognized Kristen’s quarters before my thoughts even caught up.Someone had changed my bandages. Someone had stayed by my side.Arden.I turned my head slightly and there he was — slumped in a chair beside the bed, still dressed in his black uniform, his hair a mess, his jaw set even in sleep. His fingers were looking dirty.For a moment, I just looked at him. The sight should have brought comfort, but instead, a ripple of frustration shot through me.Because as much as he claimed to care, he was lying about something. I could feel it.I had no idea what he was doing in here, I looked aro

The soft hum of the engine was the only sound between us as the road curved along endless stretches of pine and mist. Morning sunlight spilled through the windshield, gilding Kristen’s profile in shades of gold and shadow. His jaw was tight, but his hands rested steady on the wheel, knuckles pale against the leather.We hadn’t spoken much since dawn, not since he’d said the words, “I’m taking you somewhere you can breathe again.”I’d wanted to protest. The pack still buzzed with tension after the attack; Arden’s presence lingered like smoke. But the moment the trees began to thin and the scent of water reached my nose, something inside me exhaled for the first time in weeks.The lake appeared suddenly, an endless mirror framed by mountains, still and quiet except for the faint ripple of breeze. Cabins dotted the shore, smoke curling lazily from one chimney. Kristen parked the car near the farthest cabin, the one half-hidden by tall grass and wildflowers.He turned to me with a small s

KRISTEN'S POVThe first rays of morning light crept through the thin curtains of our cabin, glinting off Eliana’s hair as it sprawled across my chest. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had slept without dreams. No alarms, no blood, no tension—just her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing against me.I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to shatter that fragile peace we’d built in the last two days. Her skin was soft under my hand, her scent grounding me in a way that nothing else could. I pressed my lips against the top of her head, closing my eyes again.But peace never lasts long for people like us.The sharp buzz of my phone tore through the silence, vibrating on the nightstand. I tried to ignore it, but the sound came again, insistent. Groaning, I reached out and snatched it up before it woke her.“Alpha,” came Beta Rex’s low voice, strained and formal—never a good sign.I sat up immediately, my instincts snapping awake. “What is it?”Rex hesitated, and I already hated t

KRISTEN'S POVThe night refused to rest.Even the air inside my office felt restless, thick with the kind of silence that doesn’t soothe—it suffocates. I sat behind my desk, half a glass of whiskey sweating in my hand, watching the fire bleed low in the hearth. My thoughts wouldn’t shut up. Damon’s face. Eliana’s power. The way everything had spun out of control in a single heartbeat.I should have felt some kind of satisfaction. Damon humiliated, his proposal rejected, his pride torn apart in front of everyone. But all I could think about was the look in his eyes before he left—calm, measured, as he’d already planned what came next.The whiskey burned going down. Didn’t help. Nothing did.Then the alarm hit—sharp and sudden.Three short blares. The cell wing.I was out of the office before my glass hit the desk.By the time I reached the lower corridor, the scent of blood filled the air. Metallic. Sharp. Two guards stood frozen at the entrance, faces pale under torchlight.“Report,”