A Vengeful Luna. Three Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

“You think I need protecting,” she says, voice quiet but sharp. “I’ve survived everything on my own. I don’t need anyone to save me.”“I am not trying to save you,” I correct her, keeping my tone gentle. “I am trying to be with you. To be beside you. To make sure that when the world closes in, you are not facing it alone. You are strong, Elise. Stronger than anyone I have ever known. But even the strongest need someone to lean on sometimes.”She looks at me then, really looks at me, and I see the weight she carries, the memories, the fear, the strategies, the constant vigilance. I see how hard she has been pushing herself, how lonely her survival has been. My hand twitches, wanting to reach out, to touch her, to assure her, but I stop myself. Not yet. Not until she lets me.“You have been through hell,” I continue, my voice low, sincere. “And I know you will continue to fight. But you do not have to fight everything alone. You do not have to fight me off. You do not have to hide every

Drake clears his throat. “You should not stay out too long. The healers...” “I know,” I interrupt gently, not unkindly. “I’m listening to them.” He nods once, relieved, then seems unsure of what to do next. So he steps back again, giving space that feels deliberate. Too deliberate. I turn slightly toward him. “Thank you for escorting me.” His gaze snaps to mine, surprise flickering before he masks it. “It is my duty.” “I know,” I say, and let the words linger. Not praise. Not dismissal. Just acknowledgment.His jaw tightens.Derek watches the exchange closely. I can feel the shift in the air, subtle but undeniable. They are both reacting to me, not the other way around. I am not issuing orders. I am not manipulating openly. I am simply existing, calmly, observantly, letting them adjust around me. It is… enlightening. We walk ag

I lean my shoulder lightly against the wall beside the window. “Elise, Drake doesn’t pull back from anything. Not pain. Not desire. Not danger. And yet with you, he’s choosing restraint.”Her fingers curl slightly against the stone. “He’s being kind.”“Or he’s hurting himself.”She finally looks at me fully, and something sharp flickers in her eyes. “That isn’t my intention.”“I know,” I say quickly. “I’m not accusing you.”“Then what are you saying?”I hesitate. Not because I don’t know what I want to say, but because I do.“I’m worried about the cost,” I admit. “To you.”Her lips press together. “Why?”“Because people don’t just become like this without reason,” I say. “You didn’t wake up one day knowing how to make space without asking for it. You learned it.”Her gaze softens, but there’s sadness there too. “Learning doesn’t always mean choosing.”Silence stretches between us again. Somewhere down the corridor, voices echo faintly. Elise’s shoulders tense almost imperceptibly befo

Derek POV. The first elder interrupts her before she even finishes her sentence.“That isn’t how it’s done,” Old Garrick snaps, slamming his palm against the table. “We’ve handled boundary disputes the same way for three generations.”Elise doesn’t flinch, but I see it, the slight tightening of her jaw, the way her fingers curl into her palm. She opens her mouth to respond.Garrick cuts her off again.“And with respect,” he adds, not sounding respectful at all, “this discussion doesn’t require...”“That’s enough.”My voice is calm. Too calm for the room.Every head turns toward me.Garrick blinks. “Your highness ”“She was speaking,” I say, evenly. “She hasn’t finished.”The silence that follows is sharp. Uncomfortable. The kind that forces people to reevaluate their footing.Elise looks at me, just briefly. There’s surprise there. And something else. Caution.I nod once. Not encouragement. Permission.She draws a breath. “What I was saying,” she continues, slower now, “is that if yo

Derek’s POV. The feast was never meant to be a celebration.Not really.When our father announced it that morning, his voice carried the familiar weight of command, not joy. A feast for the crown princes. A public reminder of unity. Of control. Of power that was still very much his.And Elise was invited.That alone set something restless crawling under my skin.I stood at the edge of the hall when she entered, and for a moment, the noise faded. Conversations dulled. Laughter stumbled. Even the servants slowed as if the air itself had shifted.Elise didn’t wear anything extravagant. That was the cruelest part of it. No jewels heavy enough to scream ambition. No colors loud enough to demand attention. Just silk that followed her movements, dark and soft, clinging in a way that made it impossible to look away without effort.She walked like she belonged there.Not as a prize. Not as an ornament.As a presence.I caught Drake staring before he realized he was doing it. His jaw tightened