The Fated Series のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

BloodlinesThe hall was so quiet Evandra could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Behind the birthing chamber door, the healers worked frantically, Chelsea’s cries cutting in and out like the desperate rhythm of a storm. Jalen hadn’t moved since they were shoved out—his hands shook, his body trembling with rage and fear, his eyes glassy with tears he hadn’t stopped trying to hold back.Evandra kept her gaze fixed on the door, refusing to let herself fidget, refusing to let him see her uncertainty. Sage paced inside her chest, restless and bristling. We’ll know soon. We’ll know what this child means.Then footsteps thundered down the corridor. Osiris rounded the corner, red hair wild, his green eyes narrowing when he saw them. Jalen—shoulders hunched, eyes red, standing too close to Evandra.“What’s going on?” Osiris demanded, his voice edged with command.Evandra’s throat tightened. She stepped slightly aside, making room for him. “The pup was just born,” she explained softl

The War RoomThe Pine Wood war room had been built to outlast sieges. Tonight, it felt like a tomb.A map of the northern territories sprawled across the scarred oak table, bristling with bone-carved tokens for border posts and patrol loops. Torches hissed in their sconces, throwing unsteady light over four Alphas and one silent beta who looked as if sleep had forgotten him. Outside, the mountain wind combed the pines; inside, breath came hard and tight, like the room itself had shrunk.Tristan paced first—always Tristan—boots ticking a relentless metronome across the stone. Balor stood with his back to a pillar, arms crossed, gold hair a burnished snarl in the firelight. Lefu sat at the table’s far end, hands steepled, still as he was dangerous. And Osiris… Osiris had not moved since he sat. His hands gripped the chair’s carved arms so hard the wood would remember it.Evandra was gone.Taken from his house. From his bed. From the reach of four marks that should have made theft imposs

The Alpha of ShadowsThe dungeon had no windows. Time was measured only by the scrape of the iron door and the sound of boots echoing down the stairwell. Evandra sat against the wall, her body aching, ribs still cracked from the last blow. She tried to focus on her wolf, on Sage’s steady breathing in the back of her mind, but the silence pressed harder than the bruises.Then she felt it—before she heard it.A wave of pressure rolled through the chamber, invisible but undeniable. It was not sound or scent but something more primal, deeper: dominance. An Alpha’s presence. It brushed across her skin like fire under her flesh, forcing Sage to snarl in rebellion.The door opened. He stepped inside.It was the same man who had questioned her before, but something was different now. His bearing was sharper, his steps slower, deliberate. Power rolled off him in waves, the kind that demanded submission.Evandra ignored it. She pushed herself upright despite the pain, meeting his gaze with narr

Evans of Green BriarThe hand at the small of her back burned worse than silver.Jack’s palm pressed lightly as he guided her down the bright hallway, and though his touch was gentle, the dominance humming from it made her stomach roll. After weeks in darkness, every sense was on edge. She flinched at the sunlight that spilled in through tall windows, flinched at the laughter of pups in the distance. It feels wrong, she thought. Too normal. Too peaceful.Her wolf stirred uneasily. Hold on, Evie. Hold on. We’ll find a way.When Jack stopped, it was in front of a door painted soft cream, carved with forest motifs—hares, deer, pinecones. He opened it, and the faint scent of milk and powder drifted out.“This is his room,” Jack said. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Almost tender.Evandra’s heart clenched. She didn’t want this. Didn’t want to step into the nursery of a child who wasn’t hers. I wanted my own, she thought bitterly. Just once, just mine. But the Moon Goddess had oth

Sweet FreedomThe nursery smelled of milk and lavender, and beneath it all, the faint musk of wolf pups. Evandra had learned quickly how to move through the space without drawing attention. She kept her tone soft, her hands steady, her smile ready for the children who clung to her skirts. Jack thought putting her here would bind her to Evans, but Evandra had found something else instead: opportunity.It was on her third day among the pups that she found the cellar. She had been leading two toddlers down the corridor to the kitchen for snacks when she noticed the narrow door, half-hidden by crates stacked along the wall. When she pressed her hand to the latch, it had opened easily, and stairs had descended into the earth.The smell of damp earth and preserved fruit met her nose. At the bottom, neat rows of canned food and barrels lined the stone shelves. At the far end, a narrow door stood ajar, letting in a faint draft of pine-scented night air. Her heart had leapt into her throat. An