The Alpha's Plump Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

[RHIANNON]My legs bounced uncontrollably at the foot of our bed.Steam fogged the bathroom door. Water ran. Kael had been in there for ten minutes—normal shower length, perfectly routine.'So why does it feel too long?' Nyx whimpered.The shower shut off.My legs stilled. Only for a heartbeat. Then started again, faster.The bathroom door opened. Kael stepped out with a towel low on his hips, another dragging through damp hair. He didn't look at me immediately—already listening to the bond humming with anxiety between us."I can feel your angst through the bond. Is everything—"He looked up. Concern sharpened instantly, Alpha instincts snapping into place."Little Moon?"He closed the distance in long strides, hands already reaching for me."What's going on? Did something happen to Lachlan? Are you okay?"I pushed to my feet, words tumbling out. "Lachlan and I are fine, but are you sure about this festival?"My voice cracked—not weak, just strained under the weight of fears I couldn'

[ETHAN]The patrol route felt too familiar.I'd walked this section of the eastern perimeter twelve times in the last two weeks—same trees, same markers, same predictable loop that brought us back to the starting position every ninety minutes.Riley and Garrett flanked me, both scanning the tree line with practiced vigilance that had become routine instead of instinctive."Getting really tired of these extended rotations," Riley muttered. "Alpha's paranoia is making everyone twitchy.""Not paranoia if there's an actual threat," I countered, though privately I agreed. The pack felt stretched thin lately—too many patrols, too many restrictions, too much tension bleeding through pack bonds.Kael's command had turned rigid. Everyone felt it.Didn't mean he was wrong, though. Just—heavy-handed."Still," Garrett added. "We're so predictable now I could run this route blindfolded. Same paths, same timing, same checkpoints."That bothered me more than it should've.Predictable meant safe. Als

[HUNTER]The makeshift throne felt appropriately crude for a king without a kingdom.Stone salvaged from ruins, cushions stolen from merchant caravans—the whole setup was ridiculous. Except, I made it work through sheer presence.I lounged with one leg draped over the armrest, listening to the rogues’ successful report with clinical precision."One warrior dead. Two injured. The survivor made it back like you wanted."Perfect. Fear needed witnesses. Dead men told no tales, but traumatized ones couldn't stop talking."Crescent Moon's locked down tight now," another added. "Patrols are everywhere. They enforced tighter curfews. The pack is terrified."I smiled—not wide, just knowing. "Exactly as planned."They'd react predictably because Kael was predictable. Tighten control when threatened, suffocate his people with protection they'd eventually resent.The psychological damage would compound faster than physical wounds ever could.I dismissed the rogues with a lazy wave, already bored

[KAEL]The visiting packs arrived in waves throughout the afternoon.I stood at the manor's entrance, greeting each Alpha with the kind of calm authority that made them believe everything was under control. Firm handshakes. Direct eye contact. Words chosen carefully to project strength without arrogance.Alpha Darren of Ironwood Pack clasped my forearm with genuine warmth. "Your territory looks stronger than ever, Kael.""We've worked hard to maintain it." The lie tasted smooth. Years of leadership had taught me how to wear confidence like armor even when everything underneath was cracking.'They can't see the cracks,' Saen reminded me, restless beneath my skin. 'That's the point.'True. But maintaining the facade was exhausting.I watched Darren's Beta scan the grounds with professional assessment. Noted how his warriors positioned themselves with unconscious defensive spacing. Everyone was on edge despite the festival atmosphere.Smart. This wasn't a time for carelessness.More pack

[MARIS]The honey mead had gone straight to my head in the best way.Everything felt warm and soft around the edges, fear finally loosening its grip enough to let me breathe without bracing for disaster. Lena spun beside me, blue dress flaring with each turn, laughter spilling from her lips like she'd forgotten what it meant to be afraid.'This is good,' my wolf hummed contentedly. 'This is right.'For once, I agreed without reservation.The clearing pulsed with life—visiting packs mingling with Crescent Moon wolves, children weaving through adult legs with the kind of fearless energy that only came from feeling absolutely safe. Music swelled and dipped, drums providing heartbeat rhythm while strings added melody that made my feet move without conscious decision.I'd worked myself to exhaustion preparing for tonight. Hands still ached from chopping vegetables and kneading dough and stirring pots that seemed bottomless. Worth it though. Every sore muscle and burning finger was worth se