The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Kael The moment Elara says we fight, something in me settles. Not peace. Not calm. Decision. For too long, I have been reacting—plugging breaches, sealing tunnels, dragging traitors out of shadows, watching the Witch shape roads with invisible hands. For too long, I have let her believe she is the one writing the map. No more. I leave Elara’s room with her scent clinging to me like an oath and head straight for the war chamber. The corridors are quieter now, but it’s the quiet of held breath, not safety. Guards bow. Servants avert their eyes. The fortress feels the coming storm. Ronin is already inside, leaning over the map with Lucian. The candlelight throws harsh shadows across their faces. They look up as I enter. “I assume you’ve heard Moonhallow whispered enough times to be sick of it,” Ronin says. “I am beyond sick,” I reply coldly. Lucian’s mouth tightens. “The rumor is spreading faster than we can smother it.” “Because it was planted,” I say. “And be

ElaraWhen Kael leaves, the room doesn’t feel empty.It feels… charged.Like the air itself is waiting for something to happen.I stand where he left me for a long moment, my hands still resting over my stomach, his warmth lingering against my skin like a brand.Tomorrow.A decoy convoy.A trap for the Witch.A hunt.It should make me feel safer.Instead, it makes my wolf pace harder inside me, restless and sharp, as if she knows the truth I don’t want to admit:Traps snap both ways.I move slowly to the edge of the bed and sit down, staring at the stone floor.It’s strange, the way my life has turned.Not long ago, my biggest fear was being noticed.Being called forward.Being chosen for something.I was an orphan omega in Garrick’s pack, wolfless and unwanted. I scrubbed floors until my hands cracked, kept my head down so the stronger wolves wouldn’t find reasons to remind me of my place.I learned how to disappear.I thought disappearing was survival.Then Garrick decided I would b

KaelSleep is a stranger I no longer recognize.The war chamber still smells like ink and iron when I finally leave it, maps spread open like wounds across the table. Roads. Pressure points. Moonhallow sitting to the west like a prayer that has already been poisoned.Tomorrow, everything moves.Tomorrow, blood will answer blood.But tonight…Tonight, I find myself walking toward the only place that feels real.Elara.The fortress is quieter than it should be. Torches burn low, guards speaking in murmurs as if the stone itself might crack under the weight of what’s coming. They bow as I pass, but I barely see them.My wolf knows where I’m going.He pulls me like gravity.When I reach her door, I don’t hesitate.I enter.Elara is awake.Of course she is.She sits on the bed with her hair loose around her shoulders, a soft blanket wrapped around her like she’s trying to keep the world out. The candlelight turns her into something unreal—warm and fragile and fierce all at once.Her eyes l

KaelThe morning air is sharp enough to bite.Mist clings to the courtyard stones, curling around boots and horse legs like pale fingers reluctant to let go. The fortress is awake in the way a beast wakes before a fight—quiet, tense, coiled.The convoy waits.Wagons covered.Guards positioned.A perfect illusion.A perfect lie.Ronin stands at my side, speaking low, final confirmations I already know by heart. Lucian watches the walls, eyes cutting through shadow for anything out of place.I hear them.But my mind is elsewhere.Because leaving—even for a trap, even for war—feels wrong in a way battle never has.My wolf is restless beneath my skin.Not bloodthirsty.Not eager.Just… unwilling.Mate.“I know,” I murmur.I mount without ceremony, the horse shifting under me, sensing the tension in my body. Wolves move aside as I ride forward. Heads bow. Eyes follow.They see their Alpha.They don’t see the man beneath the crown of war.They don’t see what it costs to turn away from her d

KaelThe road is too quiet.That’s the first thing I notice.Not the fog curling low over the trees.Not the way the convoy wheels creak in rhythm.Not even the tension humming through the guards riding behind me.The quiet.It feels staged.My wolf senses it too.He hasn’t relaxed since we crossed beyond the fortress walls. His claws rake beneath my skin, restless, as if he is waiting for something he cannot see.Ronin rides at my right shoulder.Lucian is ahead, eyes scanning the tree line.The convoy moves exactly as planned.Heavy.Convincing.Vulnerable.We are bait.I should feel sharp. Focused. Predatory.Instead—Something twists.A pressure.Low in my chest.Not pain.Not yet.A wrongness.My hand tightens on the reins.“You feel that?” Ronin murmurs.Before I can answer—The bond snaps.Not breaks.Snaps like a taut wire struck with a blade.My breath leaves me in a violent rush.My wolf explodes forward inside me.MATE!The world tilts.For half a second, I see nothing but