The Bride He Never Wanted のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LOGANBy the time I got back to the main house the air had cooled, I kicked off my boots by the door, ran a hand through my hair, and sank onto the couch with a deep breath.My phone buzzed.It was a message from Olivia.> I talked to Mia. I apologized for being too hard on her.A small smile tugged at my lips. That was Olivia… always quick to take responsibility, even when she wasn’t entirely in the wrong. It was one of the things I loved most about her… her heart. She could be fiery, jealous, emotional, but underneath all that, she was pure.I typed back, I’m proud of you, Liv. That means a lot.As I hit send, I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. My chest warmed at the thought of her. I was going to mark her on the next full moon but she doesn't know yet. She’d finally become my Luna.The thought alone steadied something deep inside me. After everything, she deserved that place by my side.A soft knock at the door broke through my thoughts. I frowned slightly… I wasn’t expecting a

OLIVIA He froze for half a second, probably realizing how it sounded, before clearing his throat and gently pulling away to grab a bandage. “You’ll be fine,” he said quickly. “Just keep it clean.”Mia nodded, her gaze lingering on him longer than it should have.I felt that flicker again in my chest… only this time, it burned.The air in the room was suddenly thick, heavy, and yet, Logan seemed completely unaware. He wrapped the bandage carefully, his focus only on her hand.Stop it, Olivia. Don’t. You already promised you’d stop assuming things.I swallowed hard, forcing a small laugh. “Well, at least dinner’s not totally ruined,” I said. “We still have some soup left, right?”Logan turned, smiling at me. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll serve you another bowl.”Mia stepped aside quickly, wiping her hand on the towel. “I’ll clean this up,” she said, her voice soft again.“No, it’s fine,” I said. “You’re hurt…”“I insist,” she interrupted gently, already kneeling to gather the broken pieces.L

OLIVIA By the time I got home, I was shaking with anger. I slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving. The scent of pine and the faint crackle of the fireplace filled the house… normally comforting, but right now, it only made me want to scream. “Olivia?” I froze at the sound of my father’s deep voice. Alpha Rowan- the Alpha of our pack, my father. He stood in the living room, a mug of coffee in his hand, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Why do you look like you’re about to shift and tear someone apart?” he asked with a calm tone. I swallowed hard and looked away. “It’s nothing, Dad.” His brow furrowed. “Nothing?” “I said it’s nothing,” I repeated quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Just a long day.” He studied me for a few more seconds, clearly unconvinced, but eventually sighed. “Fine. Go get some rest. I don’t need a raging daughter breaking furniture again.” I nodded and headed upstairs to my room. As soon as the door closed behind me, the tears I’d b

OLIVIAI didn’t know where they were taking me.I’d lost count of the turns, the bumps, the time. All I knew was that the car had been moving for what felt like hours through rough roads, the air growing colder, thicker, heavier with every passing minute. My wrists burned where the ropes dug into my skin, and every muscle in my body ached. I tried to steady my breathing under the suffocating black cloth covering my face.The engine finally slowed, then stopped.The next thing I felt was a hand digging into my arm, dragging me out of the car. I stumbled, my bare feet scraping against gravel. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled of wet dirt and rust.“Move,” a deep voice growled from behind me.I barely managed two steps before the cloth was yanked from my head.The sudden light stung my eyes. I blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim glow of a flickering bulb above me.And then I saw her standing a few feet away. “Mia…” I croaked. “Why are you doing this?”She lifted her head

RYANThe clinking of glasses and soft chatter around me was enough to make my skin crawl.I hated places like this- bright, loud, full of fake smiles- but here I was, sitting in my damn wheelchair in the middle of a high-end restaurant, pretending to be civilized when all I really wanted was to be home.Daisy sat beside me, my nurse, though half the time, she acted more like my handler. She was the only one who dared to talk to me without fear. “Relax, Ryan,” she said softly, stirring her coffee. “It’s Saturday. Try to enjoy at least five minutes of your life.”I shot her a look. “Enjoy?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “You dragged me out here to wait for people who don’t have the basic courtesy to be on time. How exactly am I supposed to enjoy that?”Her lips curved in a gentle smile. “Maybe by not glaring at everyone who breathes?”I leaned back in my chair, exhaling through my nose. “They should be grateful I’m even here. If they knew how much effort it took for me not