Dreamt My Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Ivy’s POVLyra had always been different, but in the past few weeks, her power had begun to sharpen in ways that frightened me. Not because she was dangerous, but because I remembered what it felt like to grow up watching, judging, whispering about something I didn’t understand.I refused to let her face that alone.“Mom…” Lyra murmured in her sleep, her voice barely a breath. “Silver moon… come closer…”I sat at the edge of her bed, stroking her hair back gently. Damon leaned in the doorway, arms folded, eyes fixed on her small body as if memorizing every rise and fall of her chest.“Again?” he asked, his voice low.“Three times this week,” I whispered. “She kept talking about something in her dreams.”Damon walked inside and crouched beside the bed. “Was she in pain?”“No.”“Was she scared?”I shook my head. “No.”He exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “Then I guess I’m the one panicking.”I gave him a weak smile. “You’re her father. You’re supposed to.”Lyra shifted under the blanket, her f

Ivy’s POVLyra didn’t sleep peacefully anymore. She tossed, murmured, shifted, sometimes whispering words she shouldn’t know. Damon and I spent the night sitting on either side of her bed again. She lay curled between pillows, fingers twitching like she was touching something in a world we couldn’t see.“What did you see at the lake?” I asked Damon once Lyra finally drifted into deeper sleep. “Tell me everything.”Damon rubbed a hand down his face. “Later.”“No,” I insisted, leaning forward. “Now.”His jaw tightened. “Ivy, you’re stressed, and exhausted..”“I’m also her mother,” I snapped. “Tell me.”He exhaled a long breath, the kind he only let out when he was fighting guilt. “I saw her reflection,” he said quietly. “Not as a baby. Older. Maybe twelve or thirteen.”My skin chilled instantly. “Older? What did she say?”“She warned me something is coming back,” Damon said. His voice lowered. “And she said it might be coming through her.”My chest tightened. “Through her?”“I don’t k

Ivy’s POVThe council chamber was still buzzing with arguments when I finally stepped outside, letting the cold night air hit my face. My pulse was still racing. Damon had nearly torn a witch’s throat out for calling Lyra a threat, and I still felt the echo of the mate bond trembling inside me.I pressed a hand to my chest.“Calm down,” I whispered to myself. “She’s safe. She’s home.”But even as I said it, my instincts tugged in the opposite direction. Lyra’s dreamwalking. Her visions. The phantom reflection at the lake. The dark energy I sensed behind us in the council meeting.Something was coming.I turned toward the path leading back to the Thorne, but the trees rustled sharply above me, too sharply. I froze.A heavy wingbeat broke the silence.I looked up.And there it was.The raven.The same one that had dropped a crystal shard into Lyra’s cradle weeks after her birth, the shard engraved with Kyle’s sigil. Only now it was impossibly larger. Its wings glowed like molten metal,

Ivy’s POVIt felt like I was floating inside my own body.Weightless. Soundless. Breathless.But I could hear someone screaming my name, Damon’s voice, raw and breaking. Something warm touched my cheek. Something small clutched my fingers. Lyra.Then a sharp pain stabbed through my chest, dragging me back into myself like I’d been slammed into my own bones.My eyes snapped open.The world came back in pieces, Damon leaning over me, eyes wild; Lyra sobbing against my side; Elara kneeling beside us, chanting under her breath; guards shouting in the distance.My voice cracked. “Damon?”He froze like someone had stopped time. Then he cupped my face and exhaled shakily. “Ivy, don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you.”Lyra climbed onto my lap, shaking. “Mama, don’t sleep like that. You scared me.”I wrapped my arms around her, though the mark on my chest still burned. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”But the moment I touched her, something jolted through us, a pulse of heat

Ivy’s POV Lyra’s feather still lay in Damon’s palm when we returned to the Thorne. I couldn’t look away from it. It pulsed faintly, like it carried her heartbeat inside it, and every pulse made something inside me tighten until I could barely breathe.Damon closed the door of our chamber with his shoulder. He looked exhausted, shaken, and furious at himself all at once. “Ivy,” he said quietly, “we need to talk.”“I know.”He placed the feather on the table gently, like it was a newborn. Then he turned to me. His face softened the second he looked at me fully.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You should’ve been the one to go after her. It should’ve been both of us.”I shook my head. “No. If I had stepped into the Dreamworld with that mark still burning through my chest, you might’ve lost both of us.”His jaw clenched. “I almost lost you anyway.”I sat down and pressed my hands to my forehead. “She wasn’t three, Damon. She wasn’t even close. She looked older. She spoke like she’s lived five