Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Mabel’s POVI woke up to a warm weight on my shoulder. Zane’s breath brushed the top of my head, steady and calm. For a second I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt the rise and fall of his chest under my cheek.He shifted slightly and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. My eyes stayed closed, but my heart jumped. He always did things like that, like I was something fragile he needed to protect.His shirt smelled faintly of pine. Except… it wasn’t his shirt. It was mine now, because I was wearing it. Zane had insisted last night, sliding the fabric into my hands before I could run to my own room. I’d been embarrassed, but he looked far too pleased when I came out of the bathroom in it.I curled closer. His skin was warm under my palm. Then I felt him tense.Something small rolled against my arm. A plush toy.Zane sighed, annoyed. He nudged it off the bed with his foot. I heard it hit the fl

Zane’s POV"Move from that seat, Navy."Her coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. The way she blinked at me told me she had no idea what I meant."Good morning, Alpha Zane," she said. "Do you mind explaining why? I already poured my coffee.""Because that chair is taken." My voice stayed calm, but the word taken carried weight."Taken? By who?" She looked around like I was playing a joke."You will find out in a minute. Now please, move." The last word pushed against her will, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead.Her jaw tightened, but she stood, muttering something about bullying under her breath as she crossed to sit beside her brother.I didn’t waste more time. Mabel was waiting in the kitchen, and she was not eating there again.The moment I stepped through the kitchen doorway, she looked up, her hands still on a plate of cut fruit. I reached for her f

Tyler’s POV“You’re not going to say anything? Not even now?” Vivian’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and restless.I stayed quiet.She hated that, but I couldn’t trust my words yet.I had warned her. More than once. She brushed me off with her usual line—how I always defended Zane—and then she kept pushing until Zane snapped.Vivian’s clever schemes almost always worked, but this time she’d shoved Zane straight into the fire. And he burned for it.She folded her arms. “Aren’t you going to comfort me?”I let out a breath, sank into the sofa, and tapped the cushion beside me. She slid in close, leaning against me. I wrapped an arm around her, steadying her with touch since words felt dangerous.“You know I never meant for Mabel to end up with some random guy,” Vivian whispered.“Your intentions don’

Mabel’s POV“I’m not sure I can do this.”Ronan grinned like he’d been waiting for me to say that. “Then let me show you.”I didn’t back away. I couldn’t. Zane had walked off to change, and Ronan was standing steady in front of me, calm as ever. Something about his tone, so patient, kept me rooted.He tapped the side of my knee with his foot. “Here. Kick here. Don’t pull back right away. Hook your foot behind the knee, then drag. He’ll lose balance. From there, you choose—keep fighting, or run.”I nodded. My throat was tight. The move made sense in theory. If I could unsteady someone, I could slip away. But to get that close, to actually hit…Images rushed back, too sharp. The park. More than one attacker. I could barely picture myself against one, let alone a group.My stomach clenched. Ronan waited, open stance, not rushing me

(Lydia’s POV)“Busy?” Wendy’s voice slid in before I even looked up.I shut my book and lifted my head. She was already halfway through the door, pretending to wait for an answer.“For you? Never.” I gave her the kind of smile I kept ready for every fake moment in this packhouse. “What’s up?”Wendy crossed the room with that little sway she always thought looked casual. She handed me her phone like it was a gift. “Look at this.”I glanced at the screen. A photo. Zane, in a crowd, his arm wrapped tight around a woman. My chest pinched before my brain caught up.“What am I supposed to be seeing?” I asked flatly.“You don’t recognize him?”I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. That’s Zane.” My thumb slid, but she yanked the phone away before I could see more.“There are other shots. None show