BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Revenge was just at his grasp.All he had to do was to take that leap, and reach for it, so why was he hesitating? This was what he wanted all his life, and here it was, a perfect opportunity to complete his goals.“If you want to kill me, just do it.” Alvar’s voice came out cold as he stopped in his tracks. How did he know?Caierre’s heart dropped to his stomach. His fingers tightened around the blade until his knuckles went pale. He swallowed, eyes glued to Alvar’s back. The alpha didn’t turn. He didn’t flinch either. He didn’t even bother looking over his shoulder.Of course he knew. Of course this bastard would sense him. He was the High Alpha after all, not some drunk wolf stumbling in a tavern.‘Stab him!’ the demon Caierre hissed, floating beside him with that smirk he always wore. ‘He deserves it. Push the blade in and twist. You’ve waited for this your whole life.’‘Don’t do it,’ the angel Caierre begged, holding the ends of his little robe. ‘He’s our mate.’‘Shut up,’ Caie

“You knew? All this time?” Caierre's voice came out softly, how could his cover be blown when he hadn’t done anything yet. Had he been that reckless? No, he had been careful. Even the iron moon lady didn’t know about his identity, how could he know about it?“You’re from the Wulfren Plains right?” Alvar's voice was cold as ice, same with his eyes that looked like they were going to pierce through Caierre’s soul.Caierre felt something twist in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or the bond or his wolf acting stupid again. “You knew?” he repeated, slower this time, like he needed to hear it again before his brain accepted it.Alvar didn’t blink. “I said yes.”Caierre stared at him, waiting, expecting something else. An explanation, a hint or maybe a change in his expression. Literally Anything.But Nothing came.“What exactly did you ‘know’?” Caierre asked, the words sharper now. He needed confirmation, but there was no way on earth that his identity as an Ashborn pup would be

Esmeralda was pacing back and front, she didn’t mean for this to happen but somehow Dana ended up dead and in her room for that matter.“Breathe princess.” Fredrick told her, holding her in place to stop her from distracting him from his thoughts.“I can’t stop worrying, what if the alpha finds her body here.” Esmeralda could see the visions of Alvar’s face when he would behead her, the smirk on the council members faces especially her rivals.It would be a joyous occasion for them.“Our plan was flawless, the alpha won’t notice anything wrong or anything that will tie down her death to us.” Fredrick assured her, but still Esmeralda couldn’t help but keep worrying.“My lady.” Her maid rushed. “The alpha has requested a council meeting with everyone.”Her heart did a leap, he knows! He must have found everything!But on a second thought, if he had found out everything he would’ve arrested her immediately instead of calling a council meeting. If he called a meeting, that means he hasn’t

“My lady, Princess Dana is dead.” The man bowed so low that his voice almost disappeared into the marble floor. His shoulders shook, not from sadness, but from fear. No one liked to stand before Lady Morwen when death was involved, especially when she was the one who arranged it. Lady Morwen raised the cup in her hand and drank calmly, the corners of her lips lifting into a slow, satisfied smile. She set the cup back down and waved her hand gently, dismissing the man like he was nothing more than dust in her way. He rushed out the moment she gave him permission. The room grew quiet again, only the candles crackling softly in the background as their flames swayed with the soft breeze.Adrian sat on the table with her, his legs crossed and his eyes fixed on her face. He had been staring since the news was delivered, and he didn’t stop even now.“What now?” he asked, his voice low but filled with impatience. “You said once she falls, everything will change. So what is your next plan?”

Alvar had not moved from the chair beside the bed for what felt like hours and the night had grown quieter than usual like the entire citadel was holding its breath with him. The room was warm but he felt cold, a deep cold that settled inside his chest and refused to leave no matter how long he sat there. Caierre lay on the bed with his hair spread over the pillow and his skin looking too pale under the moonlight. Alvar kept watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, each breath so faint that he leaned forward once in a while just to make sure he was still breathing at all.He didn’t like this feeling, this fear that crawled under his skin and made his hands restless. His eyes went back to Caierre again. There was something about the boy that he could not understand, something that pulled him closer even when he tried to stay away, something his wolf reacted to without permission. When Caierre collapsed earlier, it felt like the world had blurred for a moment. He remembered kn