The Alpha's Plump Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

[HUNTER]The last festival fire guttered out below me, smoke rising thin and pathetic into the predawn sky.I watched from my perch high in the oak, bark rough against my palms, the position offering a perfect vantage of Crescent Moon's frantic scrambling.The sounds reached me faintly—laughter dying into confusion, celebration curdling into panic, and boots pounding earth as warriors realized something had gone terribly wrong.Beautiful.The festival had never been the event. Just the cover. The perfect distraction to remove two people without immediate consequence.I cataloged details with clinical precision. How long it took for the alarm to spread—eighteen minutes from the healer's mate noticing her absence to the first organized search party forming. Which warriors broke formation first? Younger ones, predictably, the ones who still thought speed mattered more than strategy. How fear fractured discipline—watching them double back over the same ground, searching places they'd alre

[RHIANNON]Miranda's cabin sat at the edge of the pack territory, modest and worn in ways that spoke of years lived without excess.The vigil gifts stacked outside her door made my throat tight—candles flickering in glass jars, covered dishes of food that would go cold and untouched, and small tokens left by pack members who didn't know what else to offer. Flowers wilted against weathered wood. A child's drawing showed stick figures holding hands beneath a too-bright sun.Hope wrapped in tragedy, inadequate and almost cruel in its optimism.I knocked softly, not wanting to intrude but unable to stay away.The door opened immediately, like she'd been waiting by it for hours. Maybe she had been.Miranda looked smaller than I remembered. Thinner. Eyes hollow with exhaustion that went deeper than lack of sleep—the kind that came from grief eating you alive from the inside.She clutched a teddy bear to her chest, worn fabric suggesting it had been Maya's favorite. The rocking motion was un

[KAEL]The eastern perimeter smelled wrong.I moved fast, boots finding purchase on familiar ground while my body shifted halfway—claws extended, senses heightened, ready to pivot into full wolf form at the first sign of a threat.Nothing looked disturbed. No broken branches. No scent markers beyond what my own patrols had left. Just forest stretching quietly and still in every direction.Too still.'Something's off,' Saen growled, hackles raised against danger I couldn't identify yet.A week had passed since that ruined doll appeared at our gate. Seven days of exhaustive searches yielded nothing except mounting frustration and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came from maintaining impossible vigilance.Maya remained missing. Greta remained missing. And the forest remained absolutely, mockingly silent about where they'd gone.I'd increased patrol rotations until warriors were running on four hours of sleep and determination. Locked down vulnerable populations. Moved Rhiannon and

[EMRYS]The first disappearance came with the kind of silence that screamed.Mara—a middle-aged omega who worked in the packhouse kitchens, had no enemies, and had no political value—vanished sometime between midnight and dawn. Her mate reported her missing when she didn't return from checking the food stores.No broken wards. No scent trails. No disturbed ground where a struggle should've left evidence.Just absence.I stood in the kitchen where she'd last been seen, cataloging details with the same methodical attention I'd apply to battlefield reconnaissance. A cup of tea was left half-finished on the counter. The ledger was open to inventory notes written in her careful script. Shawl draped over a chair like she'd intended to return within minutes.Everything suggested she'd simply stepped out and never came back.Kael moved through the space with barely leashed fury, issuing orders that tightened security until the pack resembled a fortress. Rhiannon stood near the doorway, guilt

[KAEL]I held Rhiannon against my chest, feeling her heartbeat race too fast against my ribs.Too erratic. Too fragile. Like something vital was breaking inside her that I couldn't protect or fix.Saen bristled beneath my skin—not with rage but with raw protective instinct that made my hands tighten reflexively on her shoulders."A cage," she'd said. "Empty. Waiting. Sized for a child."My stomach dropped before conscious thought caught up. The image hit visceral and immediate—Lachlan too small, too helpless, trapped in iron while I tore the world apart trying to reach him.'Not him,' Saen snarled with desperate certainty. 'We won't let them take him.'We might not have a choice. That was the truth neither of us wanted to face.This wasn't about finding the missing anymore. This was about preventing the next loss before our enemy claimed what he'd been positioning himself to take all along."Tell me everything." I forced the words steady despite terror clawing up my throat. "The ruins