BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Rowden sat in the center of the old meeting hall, the one the ironmoon pack used whenever something serious came up. The room was quiet at first, only the crackling sound of the fire burning in the stone pit. One by one, his pack members entered, some with tired faces, some still shaken from their long journey, all of them waiting for him to speak.Rowden watched them settle down on the wooden benches. His chest felt heavy, but he hid it well. He had been running beside them for days, guiding them away from the Wulfren plains, guiding them away from death. Now they were here, under Ironmoon’s mountains, given shelter by Lady Morwen herself. But safety always had a price. He had learned that long ago.“Everyone is here,” one of the older wolves whispered.Rowden nodded and stood up.“Lady Morwen has made us an offer,” he said. His voice echoed lightly through the hall. “She wants us to join her pack. She wants us to fight with her. She plans to lead an uprising against Silvermark.”A

Esmeralda did not like silence.Silence always felt like a punishment, like the world was holding its breath and waiting for something to break.And right now, she was the one breaking. She paced around her chambers, feet moving in circles, her hands shaking a little. She tried to keep her face calm, but her anger was hot under her skin. It had been hours since the healers pulled Alvar out of the madness and hours since the news reached her.The plan failed.Her lips pressed together as she stopped walking and grabbed the edge of the table. Her fingers tightened around it until her knuckles went white. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe, but that only made it worse. She could still remember the moment she placed the small bottle close to Alvar’s face, her voice soft as she asked him if he was okay.He had breathed it in and had fallen right into the trap, The madness took him like she wanted. His wolf lost itself to the curse and He had attacked Caierre just like she

Caierre woke up slowly, like his body was fighting him even in sleep. The Pain came first, it was sharp and spreading everywhere in his body. His chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it. His ribs ached when he breathed. His stomach burned, deep inside, like it had been clawed and stitched back together with fire. His arms felt weak. His legs felt like they did not belong to him anymore. He blinked. Light stabbed his eyes. He groaned softly and turned his head to the side, then regretted it instantly. His body screamed in protest. He clenched his teeth and sucked in a shaky breath. “Again?” he whispered. The ceiling above him was too familiar. Those White stone, cracks he remembered counting before. The faint smell of herbs, blood, and clean cloth, and the low warmth of magic humming in the air. A sick bed. Again. “What are you doing?” he asked himself quietly. His voice sounded broken. “What are you actually doing?” Angel Caierre floated into view, wings drooping,

Alvar walked into his chambers and closed the door behind him.He did not slam it. He did not hesitate. He simply shut it and stood there, his back resting against the wood. The room was quiet. Too quiet. He stayed still for a moment, staring at nothing, his jaw tight.He had rejected Caierre.He was the one who said the words.So why did his chest hurt like this?Alvar pushed himself away from the door and walked forward. His steps were steady, measured, the way an Alpha should walk. He removed his cloak and dropped it on the chair beside the table. The sound was soft, yet it felt loud in his head.His mind betrayed him.Caierre’s face appeared without warning. Not crying. Not angry. Calm. Too calm. That quiet nod. That simple acceptance.“I accept your rejection.”Alvar clenched his fist.That was not how it was supposed to go.He had expected anger. Pain. Maybe tears. Maybe accusations. Something loud. Something that would make it easier to believe he had done the right thing.But

Grant walked beside Alvar, his steps echoing softly in the stone corridor. The castle felt tense, alive with whispers and secrets. Every shadow seemed to watch them. Grant stole a glance at the Alpha. His silver eyes were fixed ahead, sharp, cold. Calm. But there was something deeper under that calm, was it anger? Or restraint?Nope, this was definitely danger.“Alpha,” Grant said quietly. “The council… they’ve been meeting early. The tension is high. Some are openly against you. Some are waiting, watching. It could explode before you even arrive.”Alvar’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He already felt it. He already knew. The council had split. There were loyalists, doubters, and those who were neutral, waiting for chaos. Grant’s words confirmed what he had expected.“They question your ability to lead,” Grant continued, lowering his voice. “Some say the madness could return. They want a vote. They want a challenge. If it escalates…”Alvar’s lips curved slightl