The Alpha's Plump Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

[EMRYS]The archived report sat on my desk like an accusation.I'd read it four times now—documented evidence blaming Bastian for wiping out a coven practicing forbidden magic nineteen years ago. Clinical language describing elimination of dark practitioners who'd threatened pack territories.Every word felt wrong.I'd known Kael's father. Served under him for three years before his death. Bastian had been fair, measured, careful about collateral damage. The kind of Alpha who chose negotiation over violence whenever possible.This massacre—total annihilation, no survivors, families destroyed—didn't match the man I'd known.'So why does the report exist?' my wolf asked.Good question. One I'd been wrestling with for hours while Kael searched frantically for Rhiannon, and the pack operated on emergency protocols.I pulled different records, cross-referencing dates, and locations. The coven's disappearance occurred three weeks before the supposed operation. Witness accounts placed Bastia

[KAEL]"Wanted to see the look on your face when everything you built started crumbling." I smiled. "How does it feel, nephew? Knowing you can't protect what matters most? That your precious mate is out there somewhere, trapped by magic you can't break?""I know your secret." He said it quietly, dangerously. "The covens you murdered. The evidence you forged to blame my father. The witch you've been manipulating with lies."My stomach clenched despite maintaining a neutral expression."She will soon know the truth," Kael continued. "My Beta found the real records. Witness accounts placing you at the massacre sites. Proof that Bastian never touched those covens—you did. Because they refused to help you steal power."'Impossible,' my wolf hissed. 'Those records were destroyed—'"Nothing stays buried forever." Kael's smile was predatory. "Your weapon will soon learn she's been serving her family's murderer. How long do you think her loyalty lasts after that revelation?"Rage burned cold a

[FREYA]The world tilted.Everything I'd believed—every action I'd justified, every life I'd endangered—built on lies so complete I'd never thought to question them.My coven. My fiancé. The decades of hatred burning in my chest—All cultivated by the man standing before me, smiling like he'd won something precious.Magic destabilized instantly. The sigils I'd carved reacted to my emotional collapse, light bending wrong, power lashing outward without direction."You killed them." The words came hollow. "You murdered my family and made me think—made me believe—""That wolves were monsters?" Conrad shrugged. "Easy sell when you'd already lost everything. Grief doesn't question, Freya. It just wants someone to hurt."I looked at Kael—the man I'd tormented, whose mate I'd trapped, whose pack I'd nearly destroyed.The heir of Bastian, who I'd blamed for atrocities he never committed."I'm sorry," I whispered. "Moon Goddess, I'm so sorry—""Save it." Conrad spat blood. "You're not sorry. Yo

[RHIANNON]The manor grounds looked beautiful at dusk.I walked the inner paths with Lachlan toddling beside me, his tiny hand gripping two of my fingers for balance. Warriors nodded as we passed, and omegas called greetings from the kitchens, life moving around us with comfortable routine.Three years since Conrad's death. Three years of peace so complete it felt almost suspicious.'You're being paranoid,' Nyx murmured. 'Enjoy this.'I wanted to. Moon Goddess knew I wanted to relax into this moment—watching my son discover dandelions, hearing laughter drift from open windows, and feeling pack bonds humming steady and strong.Peace didn't feel like innocence anymore, though. It felt negotiated. Hard-won. Something that could be revoked if I stopped paying attention.Lachlan squealed, pointing at a butterfly. Storm-grey eyes—Kael's eyes—tracked its flight with pure wonder.My heart clenched. Twenty-two months old and already so much of his father in miniature. Stubborn, curious, and co

[ARIE]The manor kitchens smelled like cinnamon and honey when I arrived for my shift.Cora was already elbow-deep in bread dough, grey hair escaping her bun in wisps. Lena measured spices with meticulous precision while Safi and Maris argued good-naturedly about whether the festival desserts needed more fruit or chocolate.Normal. Warm. Safe."Finally!" Maris spotted me first. "We were about to send a search party.""I'm ten minutes early," I protested, grabbing an apron."Exactly. You're usually twenty minutes early." She grinned. "We were worried."I rolled my eyes but couldn't quite hide my smile. This—the teasing, the easy camaraderie—was what Crescent Moon had given me back after my father died. A place where being an omega didn't mean being less.Rhiannon had done that. Not through grand declarations or forced changes, just by being herself—strong, kind, seeing people instead of ranks."What am I starting with?" I washed my hands at the basin."Vegetable prep for tonight's stew