PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Smoke curled lazily from the clay pots set before the shrine. The wind carried the faint smell of damp wood and grief.A woman sat crouched by the fire, her face streaked with tears, fingers trembling as she pressed a damp cloth to her mouth to muffle the sounds of mourning.Every few breaths, she rocked herself and whispered Ariya's name like a prayer.Across from her, her younger sister kept stirring a pot of herbal brew, eyes swollen from her own crying but voice steady - determined even."Stop saying she's gone," the younger one said, low but firm. "The Palace never said she died. They said she's fallen sick - gravely, yes, but not gone."The older woman lifted her head, eyes red and fierce."Sick? You call that sickness? When they dragged her half-conscious to the backrooms and no one's seen her since? You think sickness does that? Just after her daughter went strangely missing?"The younger one hesitated, then set the ladle down. "Ariya Froste wouldn't die that easy. You know he

Her cheeks flushed with shame and fear, not from the rumor but from the threat itself.For a breath Sacha looked older than the boy who joked in the dining hall—hollowed, dangerous in a way that belonged to men who kept secrets like blades.“You think I want pity?” he said, quieter, almost a growl. “You’d hand this to them and—” He jerked his chin toward the direction of the Hollow Six rooms, toward the corridors where Baron’s shadow moved like a verdict. “—they’d use it against me in crazy ways you've never seen before. You’d die because you couldn’t keep a mouth shut.”Elowyn’s fingers tightened on the strap of her satchel.“I—” she began, throat thick.His look softened—not much, only a fraction—then hardened again.“Good. Then don’t.” He let the warning hang between them like a live wire. “Swear to me.”She swallowed. The funny impulse to scoff was gone, replaced by something colder. “I swear,” she managed, voice barely steady. “I won’t say a word.”Sacha watched her a long heartb

The Veilbound were all here. And they weren’t whispering of rebellion or freedom this time—they were preparing for something else.Something that involved the Hollow Six.Mia tried to speak, but a soft voice beside her whispered, “Do not draw its attention.”She turned and saw a frail witch smiling faintly at her—her skin marked with old runes, her eyes clouded.“The veilfire listens,” the witch murmured. “And if it sees your fear, it feeds.”★★★★★★The dormitory was hushed that night, its silence thick and humming. Rain pressed faintly against the window, tapping like fingers that wanted in.Elowyn sat on the bed with her knees drawn close, the dim lamp flickering beside her.The book she’d stolen from the restricted aisle of the Draven Clan’s records lay open before her — older than the Academy itself, its spine cracked, its scent sharp and metallic.The ink on its pages wasn’t still.It shimmered faintly, like something alive, shifting between words and shapes that refused to hold

A murmur spread among the witches.One of the younger wizards leaned forward, defiant.“Then what of our cause? Will we let a child ruin the balance we bled to create?”An elder responded sharply, “She is the balance. If the prophecy holds, her awakening ends the scent chain. No Alpha, no Haspan, no dominion. Just us—”The words caught in his throat as the Veilfire flickered again, warningly.Another witch slammed her palm on the table.“Exactly! When the balance tilts, the dominion falls. If the girl lives, we rise. Haspan’s armies crumble. A good cause!”Low voices buzzed through the gathering — greedy, eager, almost trembling with ambition.But across the table, Mama Mariah sat still.Her old eyes did not gleam with the others’.Instead, she turned to Mia — slow, deliberate — and gave her a look that cut through the noise.A warning.A plea.Do not speak. Do not trust them.The message burned clear in her gaze, though her lips never moved.Mia’s heart thudded.The witches kept argu

The courtyard still buzzed with quiet whispers as the Veilbound Witches drew their grey shawls tighter and began to move away. Their steps made no sound. One by one, they drifted into the mist until the last shimmer of their veils disappeared completely.Baron Ortega stood at the center of the high stone platform, the faint light from the dusk sharpening the lines on his face. His expression was grim, unreadable, yet something fierce burned in his eyes.He looked over the gathered cadets — hundreds of them, standing in tense silence. Then, his voice rang out, deep and steady.“The Hollow Six has been shifted,” he said. “One way or another, it’s changed its course. That means it’s become unpredictable.”The murmurs grew louder, like a restless tide.Baron’s gaze darkened.“Luckily for us,” he continued, “this shift gives us time — time to return to full training. Because when it comes, you’ll need every bit of strength you’ve got. Every breath. Every instinct. Every scent. Every skill