The Reluctant Alpha and His Sassy Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Scarlet escorted Grey out like she hadn’t just watched her world crack open and bleed all over the dorm floor.Her face was calm. Too calm.The kind of calm that comes right before something inside you snaps permanently.“See you tomorrow,” she said, voice smooth, polite but dead. Grey hesitated in the hallway, fingers curling around the strap of his jacket. “Tomorrow?” he repeated, hopeful. “At our spot. I’ll make it a date.”She nodded once. No smile. No spark. “Sure.”That single word carried nothing. No warmth. No promise. Just permission to leave.Grey lit up anyway, clueless bastard. “I’ll be there early,” he said, already backing away. “Don’t flake on me.”Scarlet shut the door before he could say another word.The click of the lock echoed louder than the burnfire drums still pounding faintly outside.She stood there for a second, forehead resting against the wood, lungs burning like she’d been holding her breath for years. Then she turned slowly.Mira lay on her bed, shoes st

Scarlet stepped into the mansion like a condemned woman walking into a courtroom that had already decided her sentence.“Good little soldier,” the Lycan had said earlier, voice smooth and lethal, like praise wrapped around a blade.Guards lined the marble hallway...too many. Not decorative. Not ceremonial. These were killers dressed as furniture, eyes sharp, hands too close to weapons. The mansion no longer felt like luxury. It felt like a beautifully dressed cage.Last time she’d walked these halls, she’d seen chandeliers, gold trim, obscene wealth.Now?She saw exits. Blind spots. Angles. Places where blood would stain white marble and never quite come out.Scarlet forced her lips into something resembling a smile. Her wolf stayed eerily silent, coiled tight inside her chest like it was waiting for permission to either run or kill.Maids appeared almost immediately, flanking her like polite jailers. Their bows were shallow, their eyes sharp with curiosity...and something uglier.Pos

“He’s hiding something,” her wolf muttered again, low and uneasy, like claws scraping bone.Scarlet paced the narrow sitting room until her feet ached, until the polished floor felt like it was breathing beneath her. The mansion was too quiet...no servants whispering, no guards pacing, no hum of power. She stopped pacing.Sat.Folded her hands so tightly her nails bit crescent moons into her palms.Her eyes burned. She blinked hard, jaw clenched, refusing to let the tears win. If something happened to the Lycan...if that old, dangerous, broken man died because she wasn’t strong enough, smart enough, fast enough...she would never forgive herself.Never. Minutes passed. Or hours. Time meant nothing here. Then the door opened, Scarlet looked up.Blade stood in the doorway. She knew before he spoke.His shoulders were slumped like someone had ripped the spine out of him. His jaw trembled, clenched so hard it looked painful. His eyes...those sharp, guarded eyes...were red. Wet. Not the ki

“Call me mother instead,” Scarlet said calmly. Her voice didn’t shake....she didn’t stutter. That was the thing that pissed them off the most.Zeta froze then her lip curled in pure disgust as her eyes dragged slowly over Scarlet from head to toe, like she was scraping shit off her boot.“You whore,” Zeta spat. “You filthy little thing. You really have the fucking nerve.”Scarlet stared with a wide smile worn on her face. Zeta stepped closer, her voice rising, “You seduced a mate old enough to be your grandfather and now you want us to call you mother?” She laughed bitterly. “What kind of delusional bullshit fantasy are you living in?”Murmurs rippled through the hall. Elders pretended not to listen. Guards pretended not to care.Scarlet lifted her chin. “Respect isn’t optional, Zeta" she said flatly. “It’s required.”Zeta laughed again, louder this time. “Oh, fuck off. Little girl, it’s not too late to drop the act. Tell the world what you really are...a typical gold-digging whore.

Scarlet lifted her eyes slowly to the corner of the lecture hall.Mira’s fingers moved quickly across her notebook, jotting down every damn word the professor spat out like it was gospel. Her posture was stiff...too stiff. Her jaw locked. She was trying hard not to look at Scarlet, as if eye contact alone might damn her.Scarlet noticed.Of course she did.She always noticed betrayal before it spoke.Her lips parted, and only one word escaped her breath...so soft no one else heard it.“Betrayal.”The word tasted bitter. Like blood and regret. Before the ache in her chest could fully bloom, Blade’s voice slid into her mind, sharp and controlled."Mrs. Lycan. I just received confirmation from the department overseeing the surveillance system in the Lycan’s chambers."Scarlet’s eyes darkened, her fingers tightening around her pen."They found nothing," Blade continued." No footage. No gaps flagged. Nothing five minutes before or after the Lycan’s death."A slow, dangerous smirk curved Sc