Reborn as the Alpha’s regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Calla's POV Ironwood closed in on us and it looked as if they would catch up with us soon.“Just put me down already.”“No. You'll slow us down.” he answered immediately.“No. Carrying me would slow us down even more.”“This wasn't a—”“I said no,” I retorted, anger flaring hot enough to cut through fear. “I'm not a liability you get to haul around.”“Is that what you think? You think I wanted this?” He halted so abruptly he almost threw me down. He gazed at me with blazing eyes, frustration evident on his face.“Then put me down and stop deciding for me,” I shoved him in his chest, not hard but enough to make a point. “I didn't survive all this to be dragged like cargo.” I shook myself in his arms.For a split second, he just stared like he was confused. “Fine,” he said curtly. “You'll have to run on your own.” He set me down fully, his hands lifting in mock surrender.I shook my head so he would take the first step in running. He did and I followed behind.The Ironwood… the way the

Calla's POV Lucien grunted, staggering but staying on his feet. The bond screamed, a hot surge of pain and fury ripping through my chest. “Lyra, stop it!” I ordered. “Tell them to stop it.”She turned to face me. “Calla, he's Nightmoor. The Alpha of Nightmoor.”“So am I.” I yelled, the words escaping my mouth before I realized it. “He's not the enemy. Not today.”Another blow landed, this one heavier. Lucien gasped but he didn't fight back. He raised his head slowly, blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes locking on mine. The bond tightened, carrying his question like a sharp blade held to my chest. ‘is this what you wanted?’I didn't remember deciding to move. One moment, Lyra’s fingers were still curled firmly around my wrist and the next moment, I tore free from her hold. I ran, crossed the space between us in two strides and stood my ground beside Lucien like my body had already chosen where it belonged. I was in front of him. The shadow pack warriors looked confused, like

Lucien's POV“We need to go back to Rian and find the cure.” Fenric said with a panicked voice.“We don't have time,” I said flatly, my voice sounding more confident than I felt. “Nightmoor comes first.”Calla's head snapped toward me with sharp eyes. “No,” she said immediately. “We find the cure first.”I shook my head once, already moving. “We all know why Rian did it. There's no guarantee he will give it.”“That's not true,” she shot back. “He has it. And you're dying.”Fenric cut in before I could answer. “She's right, Lucien. Shadow-Rot isn't something you muscle through. You need the antidote.”“We could just give them what they want and get the cure from him.” Calla rattled on with her words. “This isn't right. Nightmoor is compromised and we both know that, then you have to be in the right state to fight back.”I stopped walking and I turned to face them both. “You don't get to tell me what to do,” I said, my gaze locking on Calla. “We need to get to the Nightmoor.”I was sure

Calla's PovI had been holding Lucien for so long that when I finally loosened my grip, my arms trembled like they no longer function.He lay half-slumped against a rock, his breathing shallow and every rise of his chest served as a question mark that scraped against my nerves. The arrow wound on his shoulder had darkened and the black veins had spread outward like ink dropped into water. I could almost see it crawling like it owned his body.I stood up slowly, my knees protesting but my eyes didn't leave him. I didn't know what to say nor did I know what to do.I mean, why did I care? I wanted him hurt, right? And I wanted him to feel what I feel…the pain, the humiliation. And now he was feeling the pain, so why did I want it to stop? Only if this bond that surge between us could be broken. Fenric was crouched beside him, one of his hands pressed flat to Lucien's chest as if he could will his heart to behave well. His brow was damp with sweat and his face was laced with fear. I cou

A scream rose in my chest before I could stop it, clawing its way up my throat like a volcano on the verge of erupting. But before I could voice it out, Lucien's hands were on my face and it was firm, sealing the sound. My breath came out in ragged gasp, violently hitting against his palm and my body thrashing on instinct before my mind caught up. “No,” he whispered harshly against my ear. “Calla, don't. You can't.” His body collided with mine from behind. Fenric was already at the window across the room, his body angled at one side just enough to peer through the cracked shutter without exposing himself. I could hear the faint sound of movement outside—boots clicking against the ground and indistinct chatter that drifted into laughter. Though it didn't hurt, Lucien tightened his hold around me just enough to ground me. “Get yourself together,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “If you scream, we're dead.” Well, I knew that already. I knew that logically as a part of my