Claimed By Three Alphas, One Fated Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

~ELOWEN'S POV~A few minutes earlier...After the physician and the maid left, my lashes parted just a little, only enough to catch a blur of movement through the narrow slit. Sylion's broad back stood by the door, his shoulders tensed. For a moment, I wondered if he could hear how fast my heart was beating.I should have shifted, sat up, or said something but instead, I closed my eyes again, sinking deeper into the pillow. Instinct told me to stay still, listen, and watch him without being seen.He turned, and I quickly shut my eyes. Slowly, he dragged a chair and set it beside me. The sound of wood scraping against the floor echoed faintly as I kept my breathing steady, even, feigning unconsciousness.His voice, low and restrained, said, "Elowen… I won't let anyone hurt you. Not Alaric, the council or even yourself."His words brushed against something in me, a place I had tried to bury. For a fleeting second, my heart stirred, an ache spreading through me at the sincerity laced in

Drezova City...The Vampires council chamber was tense, heavy with voices clashing against one another.“We waste too much time!” one elder snapped, his pale hand slamming against the oak table. “Every moon cycle we sit here speaking, while the werewolves spread their claws deeper into our territory.”Across from him, another vampire leaned back, lips curling. “And what do you propose? Rush into the dark with no direction? The Relic is not a trinket to stumble upon. Even the wolves have not found it.”At the head of the table sat Valerian, his crimson eyes calm, but terrifying. He looked younger than all of them, early thirties in appearance, but no one dared forget his centuries of power. The air bent subtly around him and silence always fell when he chose to speak. But tonight, he did not. He let them argue.The female at his right, Bethany, leaned forward with quiet poise. Her long fingers tapped once against the table, drawing attention. “The Relic cannot fall to the wolves,” s

~ELOWEN'S POV~The maid hummed softly as she sorted through the folded fabrics in the wardrobe few hours after I was fine from the earlier faint. On the bed lay the off-shoulder white dress... smooth, flawless, and elegant which Sylion had chosen himself.I sat in front of the vanity, the makeup artist brushing carefully across my cheekbones. A faint scent of roses and powder clung every corner in the room."You're so lucky," the maid said suddenly, turning with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. "Do you know how many she-wolves would give their tails just to spend one night with Alpha Sylion? He's the dream of the entire pack!"The makeup artist chuckled as she leaned closer to adjust the liner around my eyes. "Not just this pack. I've been to the city festivals and even outsiders whisper about him. Cold, untouchable, never looking at any lady twice. And now look..." she gestured toward me with her brush, "...he can't take his eyes off you."I let out a soft chuckle, low, con

~TAZIRA'S POV~Kaelan's words struck like thunder."Especially with you carrying my pup, and not Alaric's child!"Before the shock could reach the air, I shot my hand up, covering his mouth. My eyes darted around but saw empty hallway, and no witnesses. Relief washed briefly, then I leaned close, whispering harshly."Keep your voice down, fool. Do you want the entire Sanctum to hear?"His jaw tensed beneath my palm. Slowly, I lowered my hand, keeping my eyes locked on his. Then, without waiting, I grabbed his wrist and pulled."Come with me."He resisted at first, his body stiff, but I tugged harder, leading him across the courtyard toward where my car waited. I yanked open the driver's side and glared."Get in, we'll talk on the road."Kaelan hesitated. His eyes narrowed, suspicion gleaming. But after a long pause, he slid inside. I followed quickly, shutting the door behind me, starting the engine.As we left Alaric's walls behind for minutes, only the hum of the tires filled the at

The chamber in Drezova was quiet, lit only by the crimson glow of candles that dripped slowly on blackened iron stands. Valerian sat alone, reclining in a carved chair of obsidian, his hand wrapped lazily around a crystal goblet filled with fresh blood. The liquid caught the candlelight as he swirled it, the faint scent of iron drifting in the air before the door burst open.Bethany strode inside, her black leather jacket still fluttering from the night wind. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sharp as they landed on him."You're back," Valerian said, not moving from his chair. His voice was calm, smooth, but carried an undertone of authority that silenced even the most defiant of vampires.Bethany nodded, stepping closer. "Yes, my lord." She stopped just before him, studying his face. "Did you succeed? Did you find out more about Elowen... about her being the key to the Moon Relic?"Valerian tilted the goblet to his lips, savoring one last sip. His gaze, dark and piercing, locked o