Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lana's POVIdris has just dropped a bomb that didn't exactly go off. What exactly was his power and why was it so important to Morwen. The image of her cold and calculated smile seemed to burn into my skin. Unlock your legacy. Claim it. Her words twisted in my gut, now intertwined with Idris’s shocking revelation.“Your… bond?” I finally managed to say through my thin. “You’re bound to something? Something here?”Idris leaned back against his desk, looking weary his calm demeanor was replaced by something else. “It is not a bond like a mate bond, Lana. It is a pact. A transaction. My power of the shadows, the pressure, the things that are not wolf does not come from my bloodline. It is lent. Borrowed. Anchored to me through an ancient agreement.”Ronan stood, his arms crossed. “A pact with what?”“A being of this land,” Idris said. “Older than packs, older than witches. It sleeps, mostly. Our… arrangement allows me to draw on a fraction of its essence in exchange for my service as a g

Lana's POVThe silence that followed my declaration was a vacuum that sucked the air from the room. Ronan had shifted from white to a terrifying rage. “You will not,” he said, his voice stern.“I will,” I replied, my own voice surprisingly steady. “I’ll take a week. Seven days. To think. To… assess. Without pressure, without Alpha commands.” I forced myself to look at the others. Bastien looked stunned, Idris pained, Finn cautiously hopeful. “If, at the end of that week, my choice is Ronan, then things continue. But if it is not…” I swallowed, forcing the next words out. “Then I will leave with the person I choose, if they’ll have me. And my life, and my power, and my safety, become their responsibility. Not Lancaster’s.”It was the ultimate gamble. Ronan shot to his feet, his chair flying back and crashing into the sideboard. “This is not a game! You are my mate! The bond is not a suggestion, it is a fact!”“And facts can be lived with in different ways!” I shouted back, meeting hi

Lana's POVThe air in the study turned to glass. Ronan’s quiet question hung between us, sharp enough to cut. My gaze flicked from his stony face back to the glowing screen, to those damning words: She’s just playing with you.All the confusion, the fear, the swirling emotions of the past week crystallized into a single, cold point of betrayal. “Who is Jess?” I asked, my voice deceptively flat.He didn’t move from the doorway, a silent sentinel blocking my exit. “A contact. From a long time ago.”“A contact who texts you about me. Who tells you I’m playing with you.” I let the hurt seep into my tone, turning to face him fully. “While you’ve been lecturing me about Finn’s performances, you’ve been taking advice from some… some ghost from your past?”“It’s not like that.” He finally entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. The click of the latch felt ominously final. “Jess is… was… a liaison. From a neutral pack. She has sources in places we don’t.”“And she just happens to

Lana's POVEveryone was quiet for what felt like an eternity even if it was only just a few seconds.Then, Ronan made a sound. It was a low, wounded noise from deep in his chest, the sound of an animal mortally struck. The fire in his eyes didn’t just die; it was extinguished by an avalanche of pure, utter devastation. He took a single, stumbling step back.Finn’s face went blank, a perfect mask of military neutrality, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the arm of the chair.Bastien… Bastien looked shocked. Then, slowly, a profound, heartbreaking understanding dawned in his eyes. He wasn’t seeing victory. He was seeing a duty he’d promised to fulfill.I forced myself to speak into the void, my voice trembling but clear. “Ronan… Finn… I’m sorry. This isn’t a rejection of who you are. It’s a choice for what I need right now. And I have my reasons.”“Reasons,” Ronan echoed, the word a hollow rasp. “What reasons? What could possibly,”He was cut off as Bastien pushed himself o

Ronan's POVThe sound of Finn’s voice, low and venomous in the hallway, was the final straw. He caused all of this so he had absolutely no right to feel wronged.I was out of the study and down the hall before the thought fully formed. I turned the corner to see him crowding her against the wall, his posture aggressive, his words a sharp, quiet assault. She looked exhausted, hollowed out, but her chin was still lifted in that defiant way that once made my heart swell and now made it feel like it was being crushed in a vise.“Enough,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade.They both flinched, turning. Finn’s eyes flashed with a mix of guilt and defiance. Lana’s were just… weary.“Alpha, I was just,”“I heard what you were just doing,” I interrupted, my tone leaving no room for argument. I walked forward, inserting myself physically between them, forcing Finn to take a step back. I kept my back to Lana. I couldn’t look at her. Not now. “She made her choice. Bastien m