Captured by the Alpha's Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Mabel’s POVI sat stiffly, my hand trapped in Zane's, feeling the remnants of his earlier touch. His rough, calloused fingers had lingered over mine, the same hand that had—unbelievably—licked the herbal paste from my wrist earlier this morning. I couldn't help the slight curl of my lips, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to break through. It had been oddly comical, seeing this terrifying Alpha act so... human. So...childlike.He seemed pleased with himself, as though he had conquered some mighty challenge. "Look at that," Zane said, his voice oozing satisfaction. "Healing like magic. Told you saliva works."I didn’t argue. He was right. The bruises had faded faster than any I had before. Maybe it was just his werewolf saliva, not mine. But... I didn't mention that. I just nodded, silently marveling at how quickly everything seemed to shift between us.Zane moved closer, his fingers brushing lightly over

Mabel’s POV“Are you sure this is necessary?” I whispered, tugging the bathrobe tighter around me as Zane’s breath ghosted across my shoulder.“You’ve got some deep bruises,” he murmured, so close I could feel the warmth of his lips near my skin. “Another layer of cream might help.”I jerked away before I could stop myself. My cheeks burned hot, and I cursed silently. Why did I even let him get this close?“This is enough,” I muttered, trying to sound firm even though my voice cracked.His hand froze mid-air, then dropped. For a second, disappointment flickered across his face, but he didn’t press further. Zane straightened, his jaw tightening like he was scolding himself.What am I doing? His eyes said it before he turned away.He moved across the room, grabbed a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts from his bag, and tossed them on the bed. “Wear these.”I stared at the clothes, my heart thudding. His clothes.Without another word, he left the room, shutting the door harder than he pro

Mabel’s POVThe sun was barely over the horizon when we finally pulled up. Tyler's voice was a little too cheerful as he muttered, “Home sweet home. Welcome to the Stonebrook pack, Mabel.”I looked out the window, trying to take in the unfamiliar scenery. Tall trees passed in a blur as the car navigated a winding road. We slowed as we entered a town, and Vivian leaned forward, offering a casual explanation.“This is Brimvale,” she said, her tone light. “Everyone here belongs to the Stonebrook pack.”I took in the neat rows of houses with pretty backyards. But as we neared the town center, the buildings grew taller, crowded into two-story blocks that pressed together like old friends. We passed a few shops—nothing fancy, but everything seemed... well-loved."We’re getting close to the center," Vivian continued, her words fading as I watched a bakery, a clothing boutique, and a bookstore slide past us. There was a butcher's shop, a tattoo parlor—everything a person might need within wal

(Mabel's POV)"Are you alright?" Zane asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night as we stepped out of the pack hospital."Yeah. Thank you, Alpha Zane," I answered, almost automatically. The words slipped out, but as soon as I said them, I realized the mistake.Zane arched an eyebrow. "Did you forget already?"My gaze shifted, unsure of what he meant. He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Just Zane. Say it."I hesitated. The Alpha wasn’t supposed to be addressed like that, especially not when there were eyes everywhere. But Zane wasn’t giving in. His smirk deepened, and I felt the weight of his expectation.I sighed and lowered my voice, scanning the area for any pack members who might overhear. "Zane."His face lit up with a victorious grin. "Do you want to walk, or should I call a car? The packhouse is about fifteen minutes away, if we cut through the forest."I didn’t understand why he was giving me a choice, but I wasn’t going to question it. "Anything is fine,"

Mabel’s POVThe warmth of the waffle melted on my tongue, the sweetness of plum jam dancing with the buttery texture of the crisp, golden batter. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the rich, comforting taste. For a brief second, it felt like home — simple, quiet, and filled with good food.Then, a voice broke through my reverie, not one I could hear aloud but one I could feel within my mind.Mabel’s different, I told you she was. Only now, I see what Tyler meant...It was Tina, speaking to Zane through their mental link. It didn't surprise me; it was clear to me now that everyone had their own thoughts about me.But I wasn't prepared for Zane’s response.There's nothing wrong with me helping her, Zane’s voice was casual, too calm for my liking, as he sipped his coffee.I didn’t say it was wrong, Tina’s voice was sharper now. But it’s d