Claimed by the silverfang alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SOLD ~TATE'S POV~ "Dear Miss Osborne, I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into our early action program here at Westwood University of Law—" Jamie's voice cracked with excitement as he read from the letter. "Oh my God, Tate! You got in! Congratulations!" My best friend bounced on his toes, practically vibrating with joy, but I could barely process his words. The acceptance letter trembled in my hands like a lifeline I had been drowning to reach. "I can't believe it," I whispered, then louder, with a laugh that bordered on hysteria: "I fucking actually got in!" "Yes, girl! And now you can escape that toxic hellhole you call home." Jamie's protective fury blazed in his dark eyes—the same look he had worn since we were kids whenever someone tried to hurt me. "Two more weeks," I murmured, allowing myself a genuine smile for the first time in months. "Just two more weeks and I'm free." Jamie's expression softened. "I still don't understand why you're torturing

SOULBOND~DAXON POV~The air in the room feels heavy with tension, making it hard to breathe. Mathias and I stand shoulder to shoulder, our eyes locked on the fragile figure before us. Her breathing is shallow, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm."Soulbond," Mathias and I say in unison, our voices low and deep, almost reverent.It is no surprise to us.Mathias and I have always known, deep in our bones, that we would share the same Soulbond. Being identical twins, it was almost a given.We have shared everything since the moment we entered this world—our thoughts, our dreams, our lives—and this is no different.If anything, the thought of sharing her feels right, as natural as the bond between us."She is our Soulbond," I whisper through my mind-link with Mathias, the connection between us buzzing with shared emotion."Yes, and she is beautiful," Mathias replies, his voice tinged with awe. "But she's human.""Do you care about her being human?" I ask, though I already

OUR PROMISE~MATHIAS POV~The office is a calm space with polished wood and soft colors. The air smells of leather and ink. I walk in with Daxon close behind, feeling the weight of our questions in the room."Did you find out everything we asked you to?" I ask, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade.We have agreed to uncover every detail about Tate, the mystery woman who now holds our fates in her hands. She is unaware of the world of werewolves, yet her uncle and father married one.The contradictions are maddening, and Daxon and I need answers."Yes, Alpha Mathias," Silas replies, his voice steady as he hands me a thick file."Here is everything we could find on our Luna. I also had some of the Moonkin Warriors get Sally. They're on their way back with her now." Silas is our new Beta, replacing Karl, and his efficiency is already proving invaluable."Thank you, Silas. You go now," Daxon says, his tone dismissive but not unkind.Silas nods and leaves, the door clicking so

SHOPPING TIME~TATE'S POV~The soft, melodic voice slices through the fog of sleep."Wake up," it urges, gentle but insistent.My eyelids flutter open to reveal Myra standing above me, her smile glowing like the first rays of sunrise. Her presence is a comforting interruption in the haze of my tiredness."I'm tired," I protest, my voice thick with sleep. Closing my eyes again, I try to summon the will to sink back into oblivion.The weight of the past few nights presses on my mind—memories of Mathias and Daxon, the chaos, the choices I hadn't made but had been forced to accept."We are going shopping," Myra announces, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a swift motion, she pulls the covers off me, the cool air biting at my skin.Defeated, I sit up, letting out a long sigh."Fine, I'm up," I concede, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed."Good. Now go shower so we get going," Myra instructs, her enthusiasm undeterred by my reluctance.I stumble to the bathroom, the tiles c

THE PARTY~TATE'S POV~The sun set on the horizon, casting red colors and shadows across the parking lot. Owen leaned against his car, pose relaxed, but his eyes shone bright studying me with the kind of attention that left skin prickling. His smile was easy. His stare wasn't."Liam's throwing a party tonight," he said smoothly, voice low and coaxing. "You should come."My grip tightened on the strap of my bag. "I don't know him. I'm not invited." Parties weren't my world. They never had been. Even before my father died, I was the invisible girl with her nose buried in a book, forgotten until whispers...Holly's lies....turned me into something ugly in their mouths. Parties meant eyes, eyes meant judgment, judgment meant teeth. And I had already bled for them enough."Tate!" Myra's bright voice cut through the evening, too cheerful, too eager, like glitter smeared over rot. She bounded up, her bag swinging. "What are you doing? Talking?"Owen grinned at her. "Was just inviting her