The Alpha's dirty game のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 96

~KAELRIC~I did not touch her.That was the cruelest part.Raeliya stood inches away from me, her scent wrapping around my senses like a blade wrapped in silk, soft, lethal, unavoidable. The bond pulsed between us, impatient, aching, demanding what I kept refusing to give.I stepped back.Her eyes widened, not in surprise, but in something worse.Understanding.“I need space,” I said, the words tasting like ash. “Not from you, from this.”From us.Her shoulders stiffened. She nodded once, sharply, as if sealing something shut inside herself.“Fine,” she said. Calm. Too calm. “Then take it.”She turned and walked away.And something in me broke.~That night, my hair turned white faster than it ever had before.Skylar and Dante were over to visit and had instantly noticed it.“You’re pushing the limit,” she said sharply, blocking the doorway to my quarters. “You were barely an hour away from her.”“I’m fine,” I lied.Dante snorted from the corner. “Sorry to say but You’re glowing like

~KAELRIC~I had learned long ago how to endure pain.It was the first lesson grief taught me after my mother died, how to stand upright while something vital rotted inside your chest. How to speak calmly while rage clawed at your throat. How to survive when the people meant to protect you were the ones sharpening the knife.What I hadn’t learned… was how to endure wanting.Wanting Raeliya was a different kind of torment.She stood beside me now in the council hall, posture straight, expression composed, playing her role perfectly. Anyone watching would think we were a united front, calm, strong, unbreakable.They couldn’t see the distance between us.They couldn’t feel the way I’d trained myself not to reach for her, not to draw too deeply from the bond humming beneath my skin. The mark was quiet tonight, dormant only because she was close enough.If she stepped away for too long…I clenched my jaw.The elders droned on about border patrols and rogue movements, but my focus kept slipp

~RAELIYA~I felt it long before anyone spoke the word.It crept into my bones like winter, slow, sharp, unavoidable. The air inside the pack house shifted, thickened, as if the walls themselves were bracing for impact. Wolves moved faster, voices lowered, eyes darting with the kind of tension that only came when danger circled too close for comfort.Rogues.They always returned.I stood near the corridor leading to the council chamber, pretending I wasn’t listening, pretending my heart wasn’t already pounding painfully against my ribs. But the moon mark at my neck pulsed with a dull heat, warning me even before the voices rose inside the chamber.“They’re not scattered this time.”“They’re organized.”“They’re pushing closer to the borders.”My fingers curled into fists.Then the names that mattered most slipped through the cracks of the heavy doors.“Kaelric.”“Chase.”My breath stuttered.No.Not together.The doors opened soon after, elders filing out with grave expressions, warrio