The Alpha’s Betrayed Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Damon’s POVThe field still carried the faint scent of smoke and moonlight, creating a mysterious and lingering atmosphere. That mysterious light...the one that swallowed Vanessa whole...still burned vividly behind my eyes, even though the clearing was now empty and silent. All that remained of her was a necklace half-buried in the dirt, its chain broken, with the small moon pendant cracked down the middle, a fragile reminder of what once was.I crouched, picking it up. The metal was still warm. Too warm.I softly whispered, “Vanessa,” but my voice sounded a bit shaky and unsure. The echo of her scream...if it truly was a scream...still echoed in my mind, making it hard to forget.Aria stood a few feet away, her hand pressed to her chest. “She just… disappeared,” she whispered. “Damon, she was right in front of us and then...”“I know.” My jaw clenched. I didn’t want to look at her right then, not because I didn’t care, but because if I did, she’d see what I was really feeling...fear.

Aria’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I noticed was the air.It felt… heavier. Different. Like the whole room was breathing with me.The curtains fluttered even though the windows were closed. My skin tingled, warmth sliding through me like sunlight under the skin. My body ached, but not from weakness...something else. Something alive.I sat up slowly. Damon was still sitting in the chair by the window, half-asleep, his head resting on his hand. His hair was messy, his shirt undone at the collar, the faint shadow of stubble across his jaw. He looked… human-like that. Not the ruthless Alpha everyone feared...just a man who hadn’t slept because he was afraid I wouldn’t wake.“Damon,” I whispered.He stirred, eyes opening instantly, sharp as if he’d been awake the whole time. When they found me, the silver in his irises flickered once before softening. “You’re awake.”His voice was low, rough with exhaustion.I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah… I think so.”He stood, crossing to me in two

Aria’s POVThe nights have started to feel longer again.Even when Damon is beside me, even when his arm is the perfect weight across my waist, there’s a hollowness that eats at the edges of the dark. It’s like someone cut a piece out of the night and left the rest hanging ... raw, exposed. I try to tell myself it’s the aftershocks of everything we’ve been through: the Red Moon, the fighting, the way the pack breathes differently now. But the truth is simpler and worse. Something is talking to me in the dark.It started with whispers.Soft. Barely there. Like someone was trying to speak through the wind, through the walls.The first night, I ignored it. The second, I thought I was losing my mind.Now… I can’t sleep without hearing them.“Aria…”The way they say my name...so faint, so broken...it pulls something deep in me. I sit up in bed before I even realise I’ve moved. Damon stirs beside me, murmuring something low, still half-asleep. I glance at him. Even in the dim light, he look

ARIA’S POVThe night felt heavier than usual. The air in the Winchester library carried that old, quiet chill that comes from secrets waiting too long to be found. Damon had fallen asleep hours ago, his arm draped loosely over where I had been lying. But something inside me...an ache, a pull...wouldn’t let me rest.Maybe it was Hope’s crying earlier. Or maybe it was the way the moonlight seemed brighter tonight, slipping through the cracks in the curtains like silver threads.I wrapped my shawl tighter and moved quietly through the hall, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. The house was asleep, but I could feel it breathing...soft creaks, the wind against the walls, the whisper of something unseen.The library door groaned as I pushed it open.The scent of old books hit me, comforting and musty. I moved through the rows of shelves until my fingers brushed something odd...a sliver of metal tucked between two wooden panels. I pressed it gently, and a small compartment creaked

ARIA’S POVThe first sensation I experienced was cold. But it wasn't the typical winter chill or rain; it was a deeper, more personal feeling that seemed to reside just beneath my skin.I slowly opened my eyes to the gentle glow of pale light bathing the stone walls around me. The ceiling arched gracefully overhead, decorated with symbols that shimmered softly in the warm light of a hundred flickering candles. Their flames danced lightly, as if they were breathing, creating a peaceful and almost magical atmosphere.I pushed myself up, the fabric beneath me soft as silk. A bed...no, an altar. I realized that as soon as I saw the petals scattered across it.“Where… where am I?” My voice cracked.A gentle sound was heard...quiet footsteps, steady and even.From the shadows, women emerged one by one, their faces covered with white masks that gleamed like bone. Their robes flowed around them, whispering across the marble floor.The air smelled of sage and moonflower.I backed away slightly