The Alpha's blind Luna:Desired by Rival Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Lyra’s POV The kiss had started slowly, just enough for his tongue to dominate my mouth, his hazel eyes burning into mine. I couldn’t hold his gaze for long—it was too intense. So I shut my eyes, letting the warmth of his lips drown me, savoring the moment as though it might be the last. This was the dream every maiden in the New Age pack lived for: to be chosen, to marry the Alpha, to walk down the aisle with a confidence we pretended to own but never truly had. And somehow… I had been the one to live it. He pulled away only slightly, his lips grazing my ear as his warm breath brushed against my skin. “My Luna.” That was years ago. Yet the memory lived in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. Sometimes, clinging to it was the only way I survived the sorrow that followed. The creak of the door snapped me back to reality. Again, I'd been consumed by my thoughts. My eyes flicked to the door as it turned, his scent hitting my nostrils. That was the only way I could tell if he w

Lyra’s POV I felt like a fool. I’d fallen for her again—fallen for Roselle’s soft words, her carefully painted remorse. My chest tightened with rage at myself. I had trusted her. Again. I swiped my hands across my cheeks, erasing the tears before they could rat me out. Calming my heaving chest and steadying my breath was almost impossible. “Act normal, Lyra,” I whispered to myself over and over again, but the words tasted like ash. My chest constricted and I fought to remain sane. I had planned it in my head—march to Kendrick, tell him what I’d found, and end this betrayal once and for all. He’d kick her out, and I would finally be free of this shadow that had haunted me since childhood. But even before I could take a step toward him, the door creaked open. And everything inside me froze. “You look…” I couldn't catch the rest of the words she said. All I heard that followed was a soft giggle and a deep voice. Familiar deep voice. My wolf whimpered in recognition. “Mate.”

Diego’s POV“Mate.”The word clawed its way out of my chest before I could stop it.I froze.My brow furrowed, the sound still echoing in my head. I blinked once, twice, as if that would clear it.Mate?No. No, that couldn’t be right. It sounded… wrong. Taboo. Like something out of place in the middle of this cursed peace ceremony. Getting a mate here—of all places—was the last thing on my mind.I let out a rough laugh, low and humorless. “I’m losing it,” I muttered under my breath. “Too much wine. That’s all.”But my wolf wasn’t laughing.“Mate.”There it was again. Louder. More insistent.I clenched my jaw, shoving the glass in my hand so hard the wine sloshed over the rim. “You’re drunk,” I hissed to myself, ignoring the pulse pounding at the base of my throat. I tossed the drink aside, the cup shattering against stone.“Shut up,” I growled at my wolf, pacing. “You’re imagining things.”But then…her scent hit me.Something floral. Like wild lilacs and rain after fire. A scent so de

Diego’s POVThe cold night bit into my skin as I walked toward the car. The driver started the engine, headlights slicing through the fog. I just wanted to leave that damned pack and everything it reeked of, mostly Kendrick’s smug. I had barely opened the car door when his voice cut through the night.“Diego.”I froze. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might crack. I turned slowly, my eyes finding him where he stood on the marble steps. Kendrick looked too comfortable, too calm, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just tossed his Luna aside like trash.He walked toward me, glass in hand, that lazy smirk still fixed on his face.“This is a peace treaty between our packs,” he said smoothly. “If you won’t stand beside me, shake my hand, and give a little speech for the cameras, then all this…” he gestured around with a mocking smile “...is useless.”He wasn’t wrong. But I didn’t care.I took a step closer, voice low and deadly,“You can take your damn peace treaty and s

Lyra’s POVWhen my eyes opened, the world felt wrong.A pounding ache throbbed at the center of my skull, slow and heavy, like someone striking a drum from inside my head. My body felt weak, too weak, as if the mattress beneath me was swallowing every bit of strength I tried to gather. I blinked once. Twice. The ceiling wavered above me, shifting like water. My tongue tasted bitter, almost metallic.I turned on the bed, but even that small movement made my vision smear into cloudy shapes. Everything was blurred. Distorted. Uncertain. Colors bled into one another. Edges dissolved. I could not tell where one object ended and another began. A cold wave washed through me. I did not understand what was wrong, only that my eyes refused to obey me.Someone moved near the foot of the bed. I saw only a pale shape leaning closer.“Good. You are awake.” The voice was gentle, steady. “My name is Ifeanyi. I am the doctor here. You are safe. Try not to panic.”Safe.He was saying other things, his