Alpha Salvatore のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Lia:The shift in the room happened before I understood it.I frowned in confusion at the sight of it, but I didn’t speak, knowing better than to interfere.“Something is wrong.” I whispered, and Kylie, who was standing closest to me, looked in the direction of Luna Isobel, following my gaze.“Do you want me to find out what is happening?” She asked, but I shook my head. Whatever was going on, it was going to reek eventually.A maid hurried toward Luna Isobel, leaned close, and whispered something into her ear. I couldn’t hear the words, but I saw the change. The faint tightening of her jaw. The sharpening of her eyes.A second later, she rose to her feet.The music stopped instantly.Laughter faded mid-breath. Every girl in the hall straightened, including me. It was instinct at this point, no one remained relaxed when Luna Isobel stood.Her gaze swept across the room, cool and calculated, until it brushed over me. It lingered for a fraction of a second before she turned and walked o

Lia:I woke to silence.It wasn’t the peaceful kind or the one that brought you a sense of comfort…I didn’t even know what it was.I just opened my eyes and fought to keep my head up.For a second, I didn’t know what time it was. The light spilling through the curtains was brighter than it should have been. My body felt heavy, slower than usual, like I had slept too long and not enough at the same time.I pushed myself up on my elbows, blinking.Marcel’s side of the bed was empty.Cold. He’d been up for a while, I assumed.My chest tightened just slightly at that, and pinching the bridge of my nose, I glanced at my bag of things, knowing that it wasn’t moved. The panties were hers, I knew that. She had left the ‘party’ to celebrate her to come here…The connecting door to the sitting area was open, and when I looked over, I saw Kylie and Julia seated quietly near the window. They straightened the second they realized I was awake.“Good morning,” Kylie said softly. “We didn’t want to

Lia:I woke to warmth.Not the kind from blankets or fire.The kind that pressed against my forehead softly… tenderly.A kiss.My lashes fluttered open slowly, and the first thing I saw was Marcel hovering above me, his hand brushing through my hair, his thumb grazing my temple as if he had been doing it for hours.“You’re awake,” he whispered.His voice sounded lighter than usual. Softer.I frowned faintly, my head still heavy. “What… happened?”“You fainted,” he said gently. “But you’re okay now, you are in my room.”“Huh?” I asked, before I could stop myself… but that was when everything started playing as if it was some kind of tape on record, and the memory hit me all at once.My father.The courtyard.The way my knees had given out.I tried to sit up, but Marcel’s hand slid to my shoulder, easing me back against the pillows.“Easy,” he murmured. “The healer already saw you, you don’t need to worry.”My heart skipped. “Am I hurt? Is that why I’ve been feeling weak?”His lips curv

Marcel:I had barely left Lia’s side when the doors to my quarters opened without warning.Only one person in this pack walked into my rooms without knocking. Lia looked at me, and I squeezed her hand gently, giving her a gentle nod as she walked inside, looking at the two of us.“Is it true?” My mother’s voice carried something I had not heard in a long time. Genuine hope. “Is really with child?”I turned from the fireplace slowly. “You could try greeting me first. Given the fact that I am your son, and you just entered my room.”She ignored that.“Vladimir told me,” she said, stepping fully inside. “He said the healer confirmed it. He said that you wanted me to know, but did not want to leave her side.”I studied her carefully.“Yes,” I answered. “Lia is pregnant.”The words still felt unreal in my mouth.Mine.Ours.My mother inhaled sharply, her hand flying to her lips. For a second the composed Mother Luna slipped, and I saw only a woman who had wanted this moment for years. My m

Lia:“You were hard on her,” I said quietly after Luna Isobel walked out of the room.Marcel’s gaze shifted to me, sharp and assessing.“She wanted to get rid of you,” he replied without hesitation. “Don’t rewrite that. She played her cards long before we even thought of drawing them. I simply chose to reply back.”I didn’t need the reminder. I remembered every calculated smile she gave me in public, every private warning disguised as advice. I remembered the meeting she arranged without Marcel’s knowledge. I remembered the words she used, unsuitable, distraction, liability.“I know,” I said softly. “And I know that she doesn’t like my presence to begin with, and if not for the baby, then she shouldn’t want to look at me… but she is your mother, Marcel, and you were hard on her when she was expressing her happiness toward something that she was waiting for.”“Do you?” His jaw tightened. “Because you’re standing here defending her.”“I’m not defending what she did.”“She tried to have