The Alpha's concubine mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

*(Three Weeks Before the Alpha’s Death – Infirmary, Nightshade Territory)* Cole possessed a keen awareness of the world around him. It was this insight that enabled him to observe Kieran slipping into the healers' storage after midnight—long after the essential herbs had been carefully stored away. Moving with stealth among the glass vials, the Beta meticulously measured wolfsbane extract into a flask labeled *"For Pain Relief."* Yet, Cole understood that no remedy required such potent nightshade, unless the intent was to bring about silence without leaving a trace. He faced a pivotal choice. The instinct to run and alert Alpha Riven pulsed within him, but then a voice from the doorway emerged: ***"You're smarter than most pups, aren't you?"*** Mireya entered with a confident smile, her words sharp, locking the door behind her. She continued to speak as if discussing simple matters instead of something far more sinister— >*"Kieran promised me your father’s position as head h

The forest of the Nightshade territory smelled of rain-soaked pine and wildflowers, a scent that twisted through Lila Winters’ chest like longing. She moved silently between the towering oaks, each leaf crunching beneath her boots echoing in the darkness. The world of the Nightshade Pack was ancient, filled with rituals and unspoken rules—but tonight, Lila felt a recklessness she could no longer deny.Her heart beat faster at the thought of him. Cole Bennett. His name made her pulse quicken, a fire she could neither escape nor resist. He was forbidden. Cole belonged to the Bloodthorn Pack, sworn rivals of the Nightshade Pack. Wolves didn’t fraternize across enemy lines—especially not humans drawn into their realm. And yet, when their eyes met at the full moon summit months ago, Lila had felt the world shift beneath her feet.Lila had a reason to be here tonight, hiding in the forest's shadows bordering the werewolf kingdom. Her hand clutched the silver amulet that had been passed down

The forest trembled under the Bloodthorn alpha’s arrival, every shadow alive with menace. Lila Winters’ chest heaved as she felt the amulet pulsing against her skin, its silver glow intensifying like a heartbeat of warning. Cole Bennett stood beside her, tense, every muscle coiled, golden eyes scanning the surrounding trees for threats.“You’re stronger than I thought,” Cole muttered, voice low, a mixture of awe and concern. “But you have to control it. Focus, or it’ll consume you.”Lila clenched her fists, feeling the energy ripple through her veins. She had never experienced anything like it—power so raw, so instinctive. She could hear the heartbeat of the forest, smell the fear and tension in the Bloodthorn wolves, and feel the full moon's pull over the werewolf kingdom.The alpha circled them slowly, its golden eyes unblinking, radiating authority and deadly intent. “Do you think you can hide behind your human girl, Bennett?” it hissed. “She is forbidden. And you… You are a traito

The room was thick with the scent of herbs and antiseptic, yet it could not mask the copper tang of blood that lingered in the air. Cole Bennett lay sprawled across the silk-draped bed, sweat beading on his pale forehead. The fever that had gripped him for days left him trembling, his breath shallow and uneven. Even the guards stationed outside dared not enter without permission. Cole, the once-indomitable Alpha of the Bloodthorn Pack and now a ruler entangled in Nightshade politics, had never felt so powerless.Holly Summers hovered beside him, delicate hands pressed over his chest, murmuring soothing incantations she had learned from the pack witch. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back, yet a few strands had fallen into her face, sticking to damp cheeks from her own exertion. “You have to hold on, Cole,” she whispered, voice soft but firm. “The pack needs you. I need you.”Cole groaned, his golden eyes fluttering open. Their usual feral fire was dimmed, dulled by the sickness that

The first scream tore through the courtyard like a blade.Lila’s head jerked toward the sound—one of Cole’s warriors, ripped apart by something that moved faster than any wolf she’d ever seen. The shadows poured in from the treeline, hundreds of them, crawling on all fours with eyes that burned like coals. Their bodies were twisted, their shapes wrong—half-wolf, half-nightmare.The curse had taken form.Cole stumbled to his feet, dragging Lila up with him, his breath ragged. The rain still fell, but it did nothing to wash away the blood or the stench of rot spreading through the air.“What are they?” she gasped, clutching his arm.“Cursed wolves,” he panted. “Born from Bloodthorn sins. They shouldn’t exist.”But they did—and they were coming.Cole grabbed a fallen warrior’s blade and slung Lila’s arm over his shoulder. “We move. Now.”He didn’t wait for her to argue. The creatures had already begun tearing through the courtyard, shredding Nightshade and Bloodthorn alike. Packmates—riv