Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Elora’s POVThe council meeting was a blur as Dominic barely looked my way. I couldn't blame him; he still thought I had something to do with the conspiracy. We got to the Alpha’s quarters, and he barely waited. With a flick of his hand, the guards were dismissed, and before I could even blink, he walked inside and the door slammed right in my face. He didn’t even care that I was three steps behind.I just stopped. Stood there stupidly, frozen.I stared at the door for a while. Not my proudest look. All those weeks I defended him, bit my tongue to hide my doubts, did all his dirty work, ignored the wolf in my chest howling for him, and still, locked out. Like I was nobody.I pressed my palm to the door, cold wood against skin. “Dominic,” I breathed out, real quiet. Like he would actually listen this time, right? “You’re losing everything because you’re too blind to see it.”I did what I always do. I walked away before the servants could watch my hands shake and start gossiping. Head

Mira’s POVAlways knew Elora was trouble. People act like the shy ones are harmless, but timid was just her decoy. There’s way too much calculation hiding in that girl’s eyes for my liking. She puts on that Luna act, all docile and tragic, but I see through it. Every time Dominic tosses some praise my way, her eye does this twitch thing, then flicks over to Dante like she’s hiding something spicy. Pretty sure the girl could set the palace on fire just by looking at it.And yeah, she was snooping. Real subtle, Elora. If you’re gonna play cat burglar, maybe try not to do it when I’m, you know, awake? She nearly tripped over Dante’s nightstand, all quiet fingers and pockets stuffed with crumpled notes. Must’ve thought she was invisible. Bless her heart.But me? I notice everything.She wants a shadow war? Honey, I’ll string up spotlights and sell tickets.So yeah, I made my move that night. Pretty moonbeams everywhere, the palace floors looked like they had been scribbled on with silver

Dominic’s POVThat night felt like the moon itself was in on the conspiracy, just staring straight at me while I strode back and forth across my room. I hadn’t slept in days. My head was a hurricane of Mira’s poison, her doubts worming in so deep I couldn’t tell which thoughts were mine anymore.Even Elora, standing there in the council, dealing with my impossible crap and still picking the pack over herself every. Single. time… That should’ve been enough, right? That should’ve been proof she was the Luna my father dreamed of, the one everyone needed.No dice. Mira’s voice kept hissing in my skull.She’s after both brothers. She’ll break you if you let her in.I squeezed my fists so hard my nails left crescent marks. My reflection in the glass didn’t look alive, just some hollow-eyed ghost, all nerves and second-guessing.I tried telling myself I was being noble, doing it for the good of the pack. Truth was I just didn’t wanna admit that keeping her away was all about protecting mysel

Mira’s POVHow dare he?Those words Dominic hurled at me. The audacity just keeps swirling in my head, loud as hell. I can still hear his voice, all icy and sharp, slicing right through me. I mean, come on, I expected him to be pissed, maybe toss out a warning or two. But scold me? Like I’m some unruly kid or, worse, a maid who dropped a tray? Spare me.My chest tightened up, I would say it burned, like every rib was packed with hot coals. Dominic, of all people. He was supposed to be mine. My Alpha, my constant, even back when he was stuck with Elora. I always figured his heart would come right back to me in the end. It’s what he did, taking care of me, choosing me in front of Elora, letting me believe I still mattered. Didn’t I?And now? Now he looked at me like I was the damn issue. Like I had been the whole problem from the very start. I clenched my hands into fists, nails digging so hard I knew they would leave behind scars. My wolf started getting twitchy, snarling behind my th

Elora’s POVThe first time my ass hit Dominic’s chair, I swear I almost bolted right back up.That carved monstrosity of a throne, cold as a corpse, high-backed like it wanted to swallow me up, wasn’t mine. That was supposed to be Dominic’s. Maybe even Dante’s if you wanna get technical. All that ancestral oak, stained with old blood and centuries of sweat? And yet, here I was, plopped right in the center of it like some kind of fraud.No Dominic, no Dante, just, well... me.The chamber felt two miles too big. Banners everywhere, our crest sagging like everyone’s faith in me was just as limp. All those eyes on me from crusty elders to half-feral warriors. The room hummed with their tension. Like they were waiting to watch me trip over my own feet.Swallowed the urge to gag, squared my shoulders, and faked the hell out of confidence.No way I could afford a meltdown. Not while Dominic was upstairs barely clinging to life. Not with Mira, that venomous viper, hissing rumors in the shadow