The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

ElaraI don’t move for a long time after I hear it.The heartbeat.It’s so faint I’m terrified that if I breathe too hard, I’ll scare it away. Like it might vanish if I acknowledge it too loudly. So I sit there on the edge of the bed, both hands pressed to my stomach, tears sliding down my face in silent, disbelieving streams.You’re real.The thought feels too big for my chest.My wolf is… radiant. That’s the only word for it. She’s not just calm or protective—she’s happy. Her presence hums with a quiet pride that makes my own heart ache.Life. Ours. Safe.“I’m trying,” I whisper. “I promise I’m trying.”Another faint flutter answers me.I laugh softly, a broken, breathless sound. “You’re not very patient, are you?”The room feels different now. Warmer. Fuller. As if something invisible has settled into place and the walls themselves have noticed.I lean back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, letting the reality sink in layer by layer.I am pregnant.Not “might be.” Not

RoninThe fortress never really sleeps.It breathes.You can feel it if you’ve lived inside these walls long enough—the way stone settles, the way wards hum like a distant pulse, the way footsteps echo differently depending on who’s walking and why.Tonight, it’s breathing wrong.I notice it first in the east corridor. The torches flicker once—just once—then steady. Most wolves wouldn’t even register it. I do. Kael trained me to. Or maybe losing too many good people did.I stop walking.Close my eyes.Listen.The wards are still up. Strong. But there’s a faint… hitch. Like a heartbeat skipping.“Show me,” I murmur.My wolf stretches inside me, senses sharpening, sliding along the fortress like fingers across a familiar scar. The keep answers. It always does.Something has been touched.Not broken.Not yet.But tested.I start moving, boots quiet on stone, following the thread of wrongness toward the inner wing—the part of the fortress Kael just turned into a cage made of guards and ru

GarrickThe first rumor reaches me at dawn.The second reaches me before breakfast.By the third, I know something has gone very, very wrong.I stand on the balcony of my hall, staring out over my territory and feeling that old, familiar irritation coil in my gut. My pack moves below, training, patrolling, living their small, obedient lives. Everything looks the same.And yet the air feels… tilted.Like the world has taken a step without telling me.“You’re in a foul mood,” my beta says carefully from behind me.“Because I can smell a problem before I can see it,” I snap. “And I hate that.”He hesitates. “The scouts from the border returned early.”That gets my attention.I turn slowly. “Why?”“They say Kael has increased patrols. Doubled them in some areas. Tripled in others. His fortress is locked down tighter than it’s been in years.”My irritation sharpens into something more focused.Kael doesn’t get paranoid without a reason.“And?” I prompt.“And,” my beta continues, “there are

ElaraI almost don’t notice it at first.That’s the terrifying part.The day has been too quiet. Too carefully normal. Servants move softly. Guards rotate with practiced precision. Even the air feels… controlled. Like the fortress is holding itself very still so nothing breaks.Kael hasn’t left my side for hours, but duty finally drags him away—just for a meeting, just for a short time, just long enough for me to start pacing the room like a caged thing.My wolf doesn’t like it.She’s restless. Not afraid. Alert.Watch.“I am,” I whisper, rubbing my arms.A knock comes at the door.I freeze.Not because knocks are unusual—but because no one knocks anymore without announcing themselves first.“Elara?” a woman’s voice calls softly. “It’s Mara. I brought your tea.”Mara. I know that name. She’s been assigned to this wing since the lockdown. Quiet. Efficient. Brown hair. Keeps her eyes down.I hesitate, then nod to the guard posted just outside my door. He opens it, checks the corridor, t

RoninThe assassin’s body is still warm when I start pulling threads.That’s the first rule: don’t wait for the story to settle. Don’t give fear time to turn into rumors or grief into excuses. When someone manages to get that close to the Alpha’s mate inside a locked-down fortress, you don’t ask if there are others.You assume there are.I leave two guards with the body and move fast, boots echoing through corridors I know like my own bones. The keep has a rhythm. It always has. Tonight, it’s off-beat.“Seal the east and south service passages,” I bark to a captain as I pass. “No one in or out without my mark.”“Yes, Beta!”I hate that title sometimes. It means I’m always the one counting doors and bodies while Kael carries the weight of the world. But this—this is my kind of war.Quiet. Close. Personal.The first place I go is the servants’ registry.Ink. Names. Assignments. Rotations. On any normal day it’s a boring stack of ledgers that only the quartermasters care about.Tonight,