The Reluctant Alpha and His Sassy Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Scarlet watched the director swallow so hard his throat bobbed like a nervous pigeon. The pathetic sound of it annoyed her. He fidgeted with the edge of his desk before blurting, “I-I’m not sure if you’re… an orphan or Liora’s sister.”Scarlet’s head turned slowly, the movement calm but deadly. Her eyes were closed at first, as if she was giving him one last chance to correct himself. When she opened them, they were cold enough to bruise a soul.“Director,” she said softly, “have you no fucking shame?”His mouth opened...some pathetic excuse probably forming...but he didn’t get to speak. Something shifted behind him. Scarlet’s senses sharpened instantly, and she saw them: men stepping out of their hiding spots, bulky, strong, masked, armed with bats, metal rods, knives...every one of them with the same hungry, mercenary look.The director straightened with newfound confidence, wiping sweat off his forehead and pretending it wasn’t fear. “I actually wanted them to hit you at the back o

Alpha Ronan had been pacing inside the professor’s office like a starving beast, one hand shoved inside his pocket, the other tapping the wooden desk impatiently. His wolf kept growling mate…mate…mate, over and over like a damn echo he couldn’t silence. The rain beating against the window only made it worse...every storm season, wolves felt need, hunger, the kind that crawled under the skin and made even an Alpha feel like he was burning alive.He heard footsteps...quick, sharp, angry.A wicked grin stretched across his face.“I knew she’d come crawling,” he murmured to himself, rolling his shoulders back. “My little mate probably can’t even control her heat.”He reached for the doorknob fully expecting Scarlet to throw herself at him...only for the fucking door to slam open with the force of a hurricane.Scarlet burst inside like a blade coated in fury.Just rage, raw and carved across her face.At first, Ronan didn’t process it. His eyes traveled from her tightened jaw… to her shak

Inside him, his wolf smirked, voice slick with satisfaction.Perfect. Cry for her. Let her think you’re breaking.Grey hated pretending weak. Hated curling his spine, hated letting his breath hitch like a wounded mutt begging for scraps. Power tasted better than pity...but tonight, pity was the sharper weapon.He let his shoulders sag. Let his hands tremble just enough.Then, silently, he mind-linked one of his guards.Now.Footsteps echoed down the corridor moments later, heavy and deliberate. The guard appeared at the end of the hall, posture respectful, eyes alert. Grey lifted his gaze slowly, like it took effort just to stay upright.“I’ll be fine,” he said softly, voice hoarse, perfectly cracked. “Thank you… for helping me when I had nowhere else to turn.”Scarlet’s chest tightened.Gods, she hated that look on him...the hollow eyes, the barely contained fear. It tugged at something stupid and soft inside her, something she’d sworn to burn out of herself years ago.“I’ll come wit

Scarlet knew that smirk on Lioras face. She had grown up with it. That tight curl of Liora’s lips...the one that said I’m about to fuck your life sideways and enjoy every second of it.The corridor felt colder the moment it appeared on Liora’s face.Students were still passing by, murmuring, whispering, pretending not to stare while doing exactly that. The air smelled of polished floors, perfume, and jealousy...thick enough to choke on.Liora lifted her hand slowly, deliberately, like she was blessing Scarlet instead of reaching for her.Scarlet’s spine went rigid.Her wolf stirred, low and dangerous.That hand never touches us without blood following.Before Scarlet could step back...or slap the shit out of her...Liora’s palm brushed her shoulder.Scarlet flinched on instinct.That was all it took.Liora screamed.Not a real scream. Not pain. Not shock.A performance.She threw herself backward like she’d been struck by lightning, heels skidding as she collapsed dramatically onto t

“Don’t touch me again.”Scarlet’s voice didn’t shake.That alone surprised her.For a long moment, the Lycan only stared at her.No wounded pride.Just silence...thick and heavy, like the air before a storm breaks bones instead of rain.Then he smiled. A slow and satisfied smile.The kind of smile that made her skin prickle because it wasn’t hunger...it was approval.“Good,” he said.The word rolled off his tongue like a verdict.His smile widened, sharp and gleaming, eyes burning with something ancient and calculating. Not lust. Not desire. Assessment.He turned his head slightly, as if speaking to someone else in the room.“She is of use.” A low growl answered him.Not from his throat but from within.Scarlet felt it more than she heard it...a deep, approving rumble that vibrated through the walls, through her ribs, through the marrow of her bones. His wolf. Agreeing. Claiming. Watching.The Lycan began to pace the guest room, boots clicking softly against the marble floor. His expr