Marked by the Ruthless Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Six months ago. AliyaThere were loud noises in my head and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. But the noises got closer and closer, I slowly opened my eyes looking around confused, that's when I saw him, my father standing over my bed."Get up!" he yelled as he started kicking and throwing things around. Completely in shock, I immediately sat up wondering what was going on when he grabbed my arm roughly pulling me off the bed. He dislocated my arm in the process and I shrieked in pain as tears started running down my eyes.This was not the first time he was being abusive to me, I should have gotten used to it by now. But every time he did it still hurt like the first time he laid his hands on me. I looked at the my bedside clock, it was still pretty early, so why was he so mad and angry at me? "You better get ready young lady and join me in the living room in the next ten minutes." he said before storming out. He was always angry about something, but this seemed different, p

Aliya. By the time the clock on the wall hit 6:50 p.m., my stomach had knotted itself so tightly I couldn’t breathe properly. I’d been pacing my room for the last twenty minutes, trying and failing to convince myself that dinner would be simple. Just a meal. Just people eating. Nothing to be afraid of.But the idea of walking into a room full of wolves, all of them stronger, sharper, and more powerful than me, made my skin crawl. I had always been reminded that I was weaker. Slower. Human.Even here, nothing had changed.At 6:57, I finally forced myself to leave the room. The hallway was quiet except for distant voices echoing from downstairs. My steps were small, careful, as if I expected the floor to break open beneath me.As I reached the staircase, a maid rushed by, carrying a tray of wine glasses. She stopped when she saw me and dipped her head politely.“Luna,” she said softly.Luna. The title hit me like a slap.I was no Luna. I was barely a woman surviving her own home.But I

Alpha Kai The hallway is silent when I return, the kind of silence that presses into your ears and makes you hear your own heartbeat. But underneath it, underneath the stillness of my own damn house I hear her.Soft, muffled, breaking.Aliya is crying.Not the kind of crying you can fake or hold back. No these are the harsh, gut deep sobs of someone finally realizing they have nowhere left to run.I stand just outside her door, my hand gripping the frame so tightly the wood cracks under my fingers. I should walk away. I should let her grieve, get it out, sleep it off. This arrangement was never meant to be comfortable.It was meant to be functional. Clean. Transactional.At least that’s what I told myself.But hearing her sob like that?It twists something in my chest, something I buried so damn deep I thought it was gone forever.I shut my eyes, dragging in a breath that tastes like iron and regret.You don’t get to feel this, I remind myself.You don’t get to want to walk in there

AliyaThe wedding day. I woke up to the kind of silence that didn’t feel peaceful, it felt heavy. Final, like the world already knew what kind of day this was supposed to be for me and decided to mute itself in sympathy.My wedding day. I had dreamt of this day my whole life, meeting the love of my life and getting married. I thought it was going to be the best day of my life. But today was my wedding day. My wedding to Alpha Kai, the man who didn't even like me, he couldn't stand me. The thought alone made my stomach twist so violently I had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, pressing a hand to my abdomen and breathing slowly. I wasn’t nervous because I loved him, no. That would have been easier. Softer.I was nervous because I had no idea what I was stepping into.A marriage arranged by my father. A bond forged from necessity, politics, pack expectations, not affection. Not want. Not love.I inhaled slowly and forced myself to stand up. A group of pack women arrived soo

Aliya. His fingers tightened around my arm.Not a little.Not accidentally.But like iron bands locking me in place, as if letting go would be admitting defeat.“Kai” My voice was barely a whisper now. “Please. You are hurting me.”He didn’t hear me. Or he did, but he didn’t care in that moment. His pupils had blown wide, the ring of yellow growing brighter feral, wild, unanchored. His chest rose and fell in violent, uneven pulls. I could feel the vibration of his wolf struggling against his skin.He was somewhere else, somewhere dark. “You think you can talk to me like that?” he growled, breath hot against my cheek. “You think you can challenge me?”I swallowed, my throat painfully tight. “I’m not challenging you. I’m just, just asking you to let go.”His grip tightened even more and a small cry escaped me.He leaned closer, towering over me, voice dropping to a guttural snarl. “You forget who I am.”“I haven’t,” I whispered shakily. “You are the Alpha.”“And you” His voice broke i