The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Kieran woke up feeling like someone had beaten him with a baseball bat while he slept. Every muscle in his body ached. His head pounded. His stomach churned with that now-familiar nausea that hit him every goddamn morning.He barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. Again.This was the third morning in a row. His body heaving until there was nothing left but bile, leaving him shaking and sweating on the cold tile floor.*This isn't normal,* a small voice in the back of his mind whispered. *Something is really wrong.*But Kieran shoved that thought down like he'd been doing for days. It was stressful. It was the bond. It was not eating enough. It was anything except what he refused to consider.His phone buzzed from the nightstand. Elliot's text: **The car leaves in 15 minutes. Final day.**Right. Last day of this hell trip. Then they'd fly home, and Kieran could finally... what? Keep pretending everything was fine? Keep working for an alpha who looked at him like he was disp

The morning light filtered through Kieran's bedroom window with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. He opened his eyes at exactly 7 AM, the way he'd trained himself to do for years. No alarm needed. Military precision, even in civilian life.Except nothing about his life felt precise anymore.The nausea hit before he'd even fully sat up a rolling wave that started deep in his gut and climbed up his throat with practiced efficiency. Kieran barely made it to the bathroom before he was on his knees, retching into the toilet.This was routine now. Week seven of whatever the hell was wrong with him, and his body had developed a reliable schedule. Wake up. Vomit. Try to function. Fail. Repeat.When his stomach finally stopped heaving, Kieran slumped against the cool tile wall, breathing hard. His hands were shaking. Everything was shaking. He felt like he'd run a marathon when all he'd done was wake up.*Just call. Just do it.*The thought had been circling his mind for days, ever since he'

Maya's apartment building looked the same as it always had old brick, six floors, the lobby door that stuck when it rained. Kieran had been here a hundred times. But standing outside at 7 AM with a duffel bag and nowhere else to go, it felt different.He pressed the buzzer for apartment 4B."Hello?" Maya's voice came through the speaker, groggy and confused."It's me."Silence. Then: "Kieran?""Yeah.""It's seven in the morning.""I know. Can I come up?"The door buzzed immediately.Kieran took the stairs because the elevator was broken again. By the fourth floor, his legs were shaking. Not from the climb, just from everything. His body felt like it was held together with tape and willpower, and both were running out.Maya was waiting in her doorway. She took one look at him and her eyes went wide."Jesus Christ.""Yeah."She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. "You look like death.""Feel like it too.""When's the last time you slept?"Kieran tried to remember. Couldn't. "Tuesday?

Day twenty-two of medical leave started with that same strange heaviness in Kieran's body. He woke up feeling slightly nauseous, his abdomen tight in a way he couldn't explain. He pushed the feeling aside and stayed in bed.Maya burst through his door at eight, already dressed."Get up. We're playing hooky."Kieran pulled the blanket over his head. "You have work.""Called in sick. Today is about us." She yanked the blanket away. "No talk about Elliot, no talk about bonds, no talk about work. Just siblings having fun.""Maya—""I already planned everything. Get dressed. We leave in twenty minutes."Kieran knew better than to argue when his sister used that tone.They took the subway across the city to their old neighborhood. Kieran hadn't been back here in years. Too many memories. Too much grief packed into familiar streets.But Maya was determined. "We need to remember who we were before all this."Their childhood apartment building looked smaller than Kieran remembered. The brick w

Friday morning arrived with weak sunlight filtering through Maya's curtains. Day twenty-five of medical leave. Decision day.For the first time in weeks, Kieran woke without immediate nausea. The new medication was working. His body felt lighter, less like it was fighting itself with every breath.He stayed in bed anyway, staring at the water stain on the ceiling that looked like a crooked bird. Putting off the inevitable.A knock. Maya entered with two mugs of coffee."Big day." She handed him one and sat at the foot of his bed."Don't remind me.""Have you actually decided? Or are you still pretending you haven't?"The coffee was too hot. He sipped it anyway, buying time. "I'm going back.""Of course you are." Flat. Disappointed but unsurprised."Don't—""I'm not starting anything. You decided weeks ago. This whole leave was just delaying what you were always going to do.""That's not fair.""Isn't it?" She set her mug on the nightstand with a sharp click. "You know what you need to