The Alpha's Scorned Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Jax I glared at Gamma Stone from across the field and stood steadfastly beside Avery and Selene. I couldn’t believe that Marcus had betrayed me again, but even more unbelievable was the fact that I’d fallen right into his trap. I’d honestly believed that he was trying to set things right between us. I’d listened intently while he spewed off bullshit about loyalty and apologies, and the whole time he’d just been fishing for information about the pack and its whereabouts. They already knew before they arrived that the pack was small and that there was no risk in attacking Silvermist. I knew my parents were behind this—leave it to them to not even show their faces here, nor Marcus for that matter. They were back at Crescent Moon, probably having a nice, hot dinner, laughing at me and my naivete while they sipped on wine. I didn’t know what to do. This pack, with their make-shift army, didn’t stand a chance against the seasoned warriors of Crescent Moon. And there were children behind

Selene I returned to my house in a daze. The whole ordeal made my mind whirl. Silvermist thought they were so safe, hidden away here. We were all still a little shocked that we’d been tracked down and infiltrated. I’d blamed Jax for the Silvermist attack, but he clearly had nothing to do with it, and now he wanted me to go back to Crescent Moon. I wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, I didn’t want to leave Silvermist, but on the other, maybe it would be good for me to return to Crescent Moon. Some people there had hurt me—perhaps I should face them? I was stronger now, an accomplished warrior. It might feel good to go back and show them who I’d become. I paced my room, deep in thought. Yes, the thought of closure sounded good. This was my chance. I wouldn’t stay long—just long enough to close that chapter of my life once and for all. And there was my family. No one had heard from them, which I thought was strange. At first, I’d thought Jax had exiled them. Once I was Queen, I

Selene I woke up to the scent of smoldering coals and for a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I felt Damion’s arms wrapped firmly around me. It was early, barely even sunrise. I carefully removed Damion’s arms from me and stood up. I stretched, my body sore and stiff from sleeping on the hard ground and from the grueling hike the day before. Everyone was still fast asleep, except for Stone. He glared at me, his back pressed up against the tree. He looked exhausted. I turned away from his glare. I felt dirty, so I wandered into the forest. We’d passed a pond yesterday right before we set up camp, and I decided that a quick dip in the cold lake was exactly what I needed to freshen up. We were still about two days out from Crescent Moon. It was going to be another long day, and I wanted to be at my best. My clothes stunk—if I bathed in the lake, I could change into fresh ones and start the day off right. I walked through the forest with my fresh clothes bundled in my arms, taking i

Jax We walked into Crescent Moon, my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced at Selene beside me as I struggled to understand what was happening. She was an alpha. Why didn’t she tell me that her father had been one? She’d kept it from me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was keeping other secrets from me, too. We approached the packhouse doors, and the guards were shocked to see me—it had been almost a year, after all. They bowed their heads. “Tell my parents to meet me in my study immediately,” I ordered one of them. That was my first order of business—I had to deal with my parents and their many betrayals. The guards scurried off. “Do you want to clean up first?” Selene asked, gently placing her hand on my arm. But I shook my head. I was so angry with my parents that I didn’t have the words to express it. I wanted to confront them as soon as possible. “There’s time for all of that after,” I smiled at her. I wanted to wrap my arm around her but she’d told me not to. Af

Selene We walked into the slums and were immediately met with the stench of rotting meat and sweat. Jax crinkled up his nose. I tried not to be offended by Jax’s rude behavior. He wasn’t used to the slums, and I got that. But I’d grown up there, so I was a little defensive, especially of royals who looked down on it without understanding. To Jax, these people stunk because they didn’t bathe, but what he didn’t understand was how hard it was to bathe sometimes. Not everyone even had hot water, and the water of those who did often came out dirty and sludgy. It wasn’t that people in the slums were lazy and lacked good hygiene by choice. “It’s hard to bathe here,” I told him as we passed one of the many make-shift homes. Some had it worse than others in the slums. Some houses were semi-decent, with plumbing and running water, but others were just shacks. Our house was made from wood because our mother was lucky enough to have a steady job at the packhouse, but some people weren’t so