Alpha’s Enemy, Alpha’s Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

The first threat didn’t arrive as a warning.It arrived as an absence.Aiden noticed it while reviewing the night’s recordings—segments clipped, audio flattened, timestamps subtly altered. Not erased. Adjusted. The kind of interference designed to make doubt bloom quietly, to make witnesses question their own certainty.“They’re editing memory,” Aiden said.Dante leaned over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Selective distortion.”“Yes. If they can’t suppress the truth, they’ll blur it until people stop trusting themselves.”Dante straightened slowly. “That means the pressure phase is over.”Aiden nodded. “This is intimidation.”Outside, the city woke under a layer of forced normalcy. Headlines smoothed over last night’s address. Official summaries replaced lived experience with clean phrasing. Stability. Cooperation. Progress.Aiden shut the feed off.“They’re moving faster now,” he said. “Which means Julian’s patience is gone.”As if summoned by the thought, Aiden’s device vibrated—not

The building Julian chose did not announce itself.No banners. No insignia. No visible security beyond the subtle presence of people who looked like they belonged anywhere and nowhere at once. It was the kind of place designed to feel neutral—to imply inevitability rather than authority.Aiden noticed that immediately.“They want this to feel reasonable,” he murmured as they entered.Dante’s presence at his side was steady, protective without being overt. “Reasonable is how people justify cages.”They were guided—not escorted—through a series of quiet corridors. No metal detectors. No intimidation. Just polished floors and controlled lighting that made time feel slippery.Julian waited in a room that felt intentionally undecorated. A table. Three chairs. Water already poured.He stood when they entered.“Aiden,” Julian said, voice warm, almost familiar. His gaze flicked briefly to Dante. “You brought company.”“I don’t go anywhere alone,” Aiden replied evenly.Julian smiled faintly. “

Morning didn’t arrive so much as it crept in.Aiden woke to a city that felt tighter than it had the night before, like invisible hands had drawn the streets closer together while everyone slept. The light filtering through the window was pale and uncertain, reflecting off glass towers that looked less like symbols of progress now and more like watchtowers.Dante was still asleep beside him.That alone felt strange. For weeks—months—it had been rare for both of them to rest at the same time. One of them was always keeping watch, always half-aware, ready for the next shift in pressure. Seeing Dante asleep, breathing slowly and even, tugged at something unguarded in Aiden’s chest.He let himself look.Dante’s face in sleep was softer, stripped of the constant vigilance he wore like armor. No Alpha authority. No calculated restraint. Just a man who had chosen to stay when leaving would have been safer.Aiden sat up carefully, easing out of bed without breaking contact entirely. The bond

They named him at dawn.Not in a broadcast. Not in an arrest.In a briefing.Aiden woke to the bond snapping him fully alert before his eyes even opened—a sharp, unmistakable warning that something had crossed from anticipation into action. Dante was already sitting upright beside him, device glowing faintly in the low light.“They did it,” Dante said.Aiden didn’t ask who.He took the device, scrolling once, twice. The language was precise, surgical. No accusations. No crimes. Just a concern.Subject of Interest: Aiden CrossClassification: Network destabilization riskStatus: Under reviewNo charges. No warrant.Just a spotlight.“They’re framing you as a variable,” Dante said. “Not an enemy. Yet.”Aiden’s mouth curved humorlessly. “That’s worse.”Because variables invited correction.The city reacted the way Julian had intended—quietly, cautiously. Some channels went silent immediately. Others hesitated, hovering on the edge of response before retreating into safe neutrality.But n

The city did not wake gently.By the time the sky lightened from charcoal to bruised gray, movement had already tightened across the streets below. Patrol routes overlapped more frequently. Drones lingered longer at intersections. Even the early commuters moved with a new, careful awareness—as if the ground beneath them had subtly narrowed overnight.Aiden felt it before he saw it.Pressure had shifted again.Not heavier.Closer.Dante stood in the kitchen, staring at the news feed without really reading it. His posture was still, coiled, the way it got when instinct took over before logic had time to argue.“They’re consolidating,” Dante said. “Reducing margins.”Aiden joined him, scanning the same feed. “They’re closing space. For everyone.”“No,” Dante corrected. “For us.”The advisory that rolled across the screen looked harmless enough. Infrastructure optimization. Resource reallocation. Temporary security adjustments. The language was dull by design, meant to sound boring rather