The Reluctant Alpha and His Sassy Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Scarlet gasped, the sound ripping out of her chest like something had torn loose. “You told me yourself,” she said, voice shaking now, no longer calm, no longer controlled. “You told me Grey was just playing around. You said he wasn’t worth shit. You said...” Her throat tightened. “What would it have cost you, Mira, to just tell me you were crushing on him?”Mira rolled her eyes so hard it was almost violent. Her lips twisted into something ugly, something bitter that had been fermenting for years. “And how exactly would I have told you?” Mira snapped. “When you walk around like you’re the main fucking character of the universe and the rest of us are just… background noise?”Scarlet flinched. “What?” Her voice came out small despite her effort. “How dare you say that. I treated you like my sister.”Mira laughed...sharp, humorless, cruel.“Lies.” The word hit Scarlet harder than a slap.“You treated me like your designer handbag,” Mira continued, stepping closer, her voice rising. “Som

Scarlet didn’t breathe because the air in her lungs felt too loud.She pressed herself harder against the cold marble wall outside Mama G’s chamber, the shadows swallowing her whole. Her heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to betray her too, like it wanted to scream run.Inside the room, voices carried. “I wanted it quick,” Zeta’s voice snapped, sharp as broken glass. “Clean simple and a peaceful fucking death for my that old hag.”Scarlet’s stomach dropped.Mama G hummed softly, unbothered. “Pain is sometimes necessary, child.”Zeta laughed. A mockery.“You made it so painful,” Zeta continued. “He almost survived. If I hadn’t interfered, he might’ve lived long enough to try to find the murderers of his favourite daughter, Ruby.”Scarlet’s fingers dug into her palm so hard she felt skin tear. Her pulse roared in her ears.Then another voice joined in...male voice. “I’ve wanted that old bastard dead for years,” Thane said casually, like he was discussing weather. “Stingy fuck

Blade’s comforting smile lingered a second too long. That was when Scarlet knew ...really knew ...that something about it was wrong.It wasn’t warm anymore. It felt rehearsed. Plastic. Like a mask glued too tight to his face.She shifted subtly, creating space between them, her shoulders angling away as if her body had decided fuck this before her mind could fully catch up. She forced a smile anyway, the kind women learned early ...polite, harmless, non-threatening.“When do I return to the Lycan’s mansion?” she asked lightly, wiping the last of her tears with the back of her hand. “There’s a lot to be done. Finding the killer shouldn’t be dragged out here. It should happen there.”Blade’s response was immediate. Too immediate.“No.”The word hit sharp.Her wolf snarled softly inside her skull.Blade straightened, his tone firm, clipped. “It’s risky. You shouldn’t go back there yet. Leave everything to me.”Scarlet smirked ...just for a second ...before forcing her face smooth again.

Mira walked out without a word. Scarlet watched her go, fingers curling slowly at her sides. Grey stood frozen near the doorway, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with things he wasn’t saying. No one chased Mira. No one dared.Because when a witch like Mira chose silence, it was never peace.Scarlet woke the next morning with a scream lodged in her throat.A mind-link exploded inside her skull, sharp and violent, like a time bomb detonating behind her eyes."ALL LYCAN BLOODLINES ARE SUMMONED.""THE FAMILY OF THE LYCAN KING, ZETAS, ALPHAS, AND HEIRS.""MANDATORY ATTENDANCE."Scarlet clutched her head, gasping. Her wolf snarled. "This isn’t a meeting. It’s a fucking execution ground."Her heart hammered as she forced herself upright...and that was when she noticed it.Mira’s bed was untouched. Scarlet inhaled slowly, scenting the air. No trace of her presence lingering in the room.She swallowed hard. “She didn’t come back,” Scarlet whispered.Her wolf hummed darkly. "She spent the night at

More students poured in the party, drawn by laughter, alcohol. Red cups clinked. Bottles were passed. Someone climbed onto a table and howled like a wolf high on freedom.Scarlet danced barefoot on cold marble, her hair loose, her eyes glowing with a dangerous kind of relief. She felt alive without fear choking her throat.Grey stayed close. Mira did too.Mira leaned into Grey’s side, smiling softly, fingers curling possessively into his sleeve. Grey let her. He always did. His arm stayed around her waist.Scarlet noticed the way Mira kept glancing around...checking who was watching, who was listening. As if this happiness needed witnesses to be real. Students laughed, drank, flirted, shouted Scarlet’s name like she was some kind of victory symbol.Grey stood.He climbed onto a chair, then the table, his height instantly commanding attention. His growl rolled through the room...not aggressive, but powerful enough to shut everyone the fuck up.“Cheers,” he said, raising his cup.The r