My little fierce mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ELLA’S POVThe forest was too still again.Not in the way it gets before dawn, when even the air seems to hold its breath waiting for light — no. This was the kind of stillness that tasted wrong. Like something had drained the pulse out of the night and left its body cooling on the forest floor.My wolf shifted restlessly beneath my skin, pacing, growling at the edges of my mind.I could feel her unease like a heartbeat under water.We were being watched.The moonlight slanted through the pines in long, white scars, cutting the earth open. The soil smelled of moss, iron, and old things that shouldn’t have names. I stepped between the shadows, slow, quiet — my senses stretched so wide I could almost hear the stars humming.Somewhere behind me, the border guards were whispering. They thought I couldn’t hear them.That I was too fragile. Too new to the throne of power I’d claimed this morning.But the truth was, I was running on instinct now.And instinct didn’t need courage.It needed b

ELLA’S POVThe light isn’t dying.It’s shifting.Jake’s breath is hot against my temple, his hand steadying my back, whispering my name like it could pin me to the mortal world — but it can’t. The room is no longer a room. The walls warp, the ceiling breathes, and the air folds in two.Inside me, two voices rise.One I know — Liora. Sweet, venomous, celestial. The kind of divinity that sings lullabies while she cuts your throat.The other — I haven’t heard in weeks. It’s colder, calmer. The whisper of snow over steel.Selora.It’s her. The White Wolf. The first flame that ever chose me.“Ella,” Jake says sharply, shaking my shoulders. “Stay with me.”I try to answer, but my mouth won’t move. My eyes roll back as the world splits open.And I’m falling.There is no ground, only light.There is no sound, only breath.There is no me, only them.Selora stands on one side — pure white, her hair cascading like frost, eyes burning with ancient calm.Liora on the other — gold and scarlet, her

JAKE’S POVWhitecliff Pack — MorningThe dining hall hums with quiet energy. Forks scrape against plates, cups clink, low laughter ripples through the room — but none of it reaches me. Not really.My mind’s too loud.Ella sits at the far end of the table, the morning light catching in her hair, turning the strands into liquid gold. She’s speaking softly to one of the omegas — her tone calm, almost casual. You’d never know that last night, the air had split open around her. You’d never know that I’d held her while divinity screamed through her veins and nearly broke her in two.To them, she’s Luna. To me, she’s something far more dangerous.And I can’t stop watching her.Every small movement of her hands. Every shift in her breathing. Every flicker of her eyes when someone passes too close.She’s… still here. Still mine. But I can feel the fracture. I can sense it through the bond — the trembling fault line running just beneath her skin. Liora is sleeping in her veins, waiting.“Alpha.

“That something’s still watching.”~•~••~•JAKE'S POVBy noon, the rain had started.Not the kind that roared or raged, but the kind that whispered—thin, relentless threads tapping against the high windows like they wanted to be let in.Whitecliff looked peaceful under the drizzle. A lie.From here, in the Alpha’s office, peace was a sound you learned to mistrust.I sat behind my desk, staring at the reports I wasn’t reading. The ink was smudged, the edges damp from the condensation. Marcus stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, face grim. The only other sound was the soft tick of the old clock above the bookshelves—steady, infuriating, and alive.The mirror from the dining hall leaned against the far wall. I’d brought it here myself. Don’t ask why. Maybe because I didn’t like turning my back on omens.I could still see the thin fracture slicing through Ella’s reflection—like a scar. It hadn’t spread overnight, but I kept watching it anyway.Just in case.“She’s sleeping,” Marcus sai

JAKE'S POVThe rain had been falling since dawn.A steady, deliberate kind of rain — the kind that didn’t cleanse anything, just reminded you of what couldn’t be washed away.From my office window, Whitecliff looked almost holy. Mist over the treeline, roofs glistening with dew, wolves moving like ghosts in the courtyard. The kind of quiet that shouldn’t have unnerved me but did. Because peace never lasts long in this pack. Not anymore.I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to focus on the reports in front of me, but my mind kept wandering — to Ella. To the faint scent of lavender that still clung to my shirt from this morning. To the way her eyes had softened when I touched her, like she was still deciding if I was real.She was asleep upstairs, finally. Mara had made sure she rested. The pregnancy was showing more now — a subtle, sacred curve that made my chest ache with equal parts pride and terror.I would’ve stayed lost in that thought if Marcus hadn’t burst through the door.“A