Alpha’s Possession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Our pack doctor is on his way. He should be here any minute. The Alpha will come after that,” the brunette said, crouched beside me. “Technically, you’re not on our territory yet. It’s about a quarter mile ahead, but he’ll still want to question you.” I didn’t respond. Just laid there in the dirt, bleeding and shaking. But the moment he said others were coming, something inside me snapped. Panic gripped my chest like iron. Another group. Another nightmare. They were going to take me again. Use me again. Not again. Please, not again. My body screamed in protest as I tried to stand, but the second I put weight on my leg, I collapsed. Pain exploded in white-hot flashes behind my eyes. I crawled, dragging myself backward with my arms, breath hitching, eyes wide with terror. The brunette stepped toward me to help, but I kept moving away, scooting across the forest floor. He stopped immediately and held both hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly. “How about you tell me

When I woke up, the first thing I heard was the soft, steady beeping of a machine. Dull voices drifted in from the hallway, muffled but close enough to make out. “Is she up yet?” That voice. I knew it. The big man from the woods. The one who carried me like I weighed nothing. The one who said I was his. “No, Alpha Festar. I gave her sedatives a couple of hours ago. She’s still recovering,” the doctor replied. “Even after her leg heals, she won’t be out of danger. She’s severely malnourished, has little to no muscle mass, and clearly hasn’t been allowed outdoors much, if at all. Honestly, I’m surprised she managed to run as far as she did.” “Is there anything else wrong, Richard?” There was a long pause. Then the doctor’s voice came again, softer this time, hesitant. “She has minor cuts and bruises, but those will heal soon. There’s something else though. And you have to stay calm when I say this.” “What is it?” “Wherever she was, she wasn’t there by choice. The bruising on her

The next morning, sunlight spills through the window like honey, warm and slow against my skin. My eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep. Every part of me aches, but it’s no longer the sharp, screaming pain. It’s duller now. Manageable. Healing. I shift upright and blink away the blur, and that’s when I see them. Hazel is sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath her, peaceful and still like she’s been there a while. Next to her is a little girl with long blonde hair in a messy ponytail, pink leggings, and a sparkly shirt. She’s coloring, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates. She looks up and meets my eyes. Big hazel ones. Just like Hazel’s. Round, soft, trusting. A miniature copy. And when she sees I’m awake, her whole face lights up like the sun came alive inside her. “Hi!” she squeals. “I’m Callie! Mommy said we can color with you today.” Her words tumble out with the kind of excitement only little kids can get away with. Her voice still has that a

When we step into the room, the scent is the first thing to hit me. Earthy. Deep. Wild. It smells like pinewood and warmth and something darker beneath the surface. It wraps around me, settling into my lungs and skin. This is Festar’s space, no doubt about it. I look around slowly. The walls are a soft, cool gray. Shelves line one side of the room, stacked with worn books and framed pictures. His world is in this room, and it’s quiet and still. The bed in the center is massive—bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s covered in a thick navy comforter, and tucked beneath it are dark red sheets that remind me of wine and blood. There are pillows stacked at the head of the bed, huge and inviting, like they’re daring someone to get lost in them. Festar places me down gently and steps back. He doesn’t say anything. He just watches me, his tall frame leaning against the doorway like he’s guarding me and the whole damn room at the same time. There’s something careful in the way his eyes follow

When I look up again, the man sits quietly on the floor across from me. His posture is relaxed, like he’s waiting for something—but not in a threatening way. Just… patient. “I’m not going to hurt you, Anna. I swear I’m—” The moment I hear that name, something inside me unravels. My chest tightens and tears start pouring uncontrollably. I can’t hold it back. My breath catches in my throat and suddenly I’m struggling. The air feels too thin. My heart races. I can’t breathe. “Anna, what’s wrong? Princess, you need to breathe. Look at me. Just breathe.” His voice cuts through the haze, firm but gentle. My vision swims with black spots, my body trembling uncontrollably. Then I hear it again, this time deeper. Closer. “Anna, look at me!” I force my head up and see Festar kneeling in front of me, his eyes wide with concern. When did he move? Wasn’t he just across the room? “You’re safe. I need you to look at me. Inhale. Now out. Again. That’s it.” His voice wraps around me like warm