When the Alpha Lost His Human Childhood Sweetheart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Slade's POV"Alpha, it is time for the vows."The High Priest's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater, muffled and far away.I stood before the Moon Goddess altar, dressed in elaborate ceremonial robes. But I felt like I was wearing a shroud.Rosalind stood opposite me, in a pure white lace wedding gown, beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll.But I could smell the sickeningly smug scent coming off her—the same scent she wore the day I exiled Eloise in the square.My wolf was slamming itself against my ribs, fighting me. I didn't feel the slightest pull of the mate bond.But for the good of the pack, I had to do this.As soon as I got through this ceremony, I could focus on finding Eloise.She walked to me and took my arm. Her fingers were ice-cold. "Darling, you're so tense. Relax.""I'm fine."The High Priest began chanting the ancient vows.I didn't hear a single word. My gaze went over the crowd, locking onto Killian Thorne, who was seated in the front row.The old fox w

Slade's POVTwo years.Seven hundred and thirty days.The Blackwood Pack had become the most powerful, iron-fisted empire in North America. I had crushed three rebellious smaller packs and silenced every voice that dared to challenge my authority.But every second of every day, my wolf was screaming.Only I knew this tyranny was a mask for the gaping void inside me.The pain of the torn mate bond was a slow burn, a constant, agonizing torture that reminded me of what I had lost every single day.But I deserved it.I even welcomed the pain. It was the only thing that proved she had ever been real."Alpha," Lucas knocked on the heavy oak door of my office. "The last pocket of Thorne resistance has been cleared out."I didn't bother looking up from the death warrant I was signing. "Good."Lucas was silent for a moment, looking at me, before finally speaking. "Alpha, there's been talk among the pack. They say you've grown... cruel. Many of our own are beginning to fear you."Good. Fear br

Eloise's POVA week later, at the joint international summit for werewolves and humans, I stood at the center of the podium, facing hundreds of Alpha elders from various packs and top human scientists.For years, some of them had tried to buy me and even kidnap me. To be precise, it's not for me, but for my research results."Dr. Vance's proposal is interesting," a conservative elder began arrogantly, "but the old packs require stronger guarantees...""And regarding the pureblood families' doubts about the werewolf gene research project, Dr. Vance, what is your response?"Countless questions were thrown at me. Just as I was considering how to respond gracefully, a commotion erupted in the crowd.A tall figure broke through the security cordon and strode onto the main stage, bringing the entire proceeding to a halt.Slade Blackwood, the Alpha of the most powerful werewolf pack in North America today.He ignored the stunned gazes of the entire room, his eyes locked on me as he strode dir

Eloise's POVI spent three days using the highest authority granted to me by the "Vance Protocol."Julian, acting as my proxy, contacted nine of the oldest pack elders across Europe and America.They either owed me favors or were desperate for my genetic technology."Eloise," Julian looked at me, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Once we initiate a trial by the High Council, it means we'll have to reopen the ugliest wounds. Are you ready for that?""The wounds never healed.""Now, I'm going to drag the one who made them into the light."In the ancient council hall, the most revered elders of the werewolf world sat shrouded in shadow.I stood at the plaintiff's podium, listening to Rosalind's shrill voice."This is a mockery! A desecration of our sacred laws!""A human, daring to pass judgment on a noble bloodline? Elders, throw this bitch out!"She was in silver shackles but still wore a lavish silk gown, her chin held high.Even now, she still believed her status as a Thorne Pack princess

Eloise's POVThe car had barely gone two blocks when the screech of tires ripped through the air ahead.A black SUV swerved erratically, cutting across three lanes of traffic to block my convoy.Slade jumped out. He ignored the warning shots from my bodyguards and charged toward my car like a madman.His tie was gone, his jacket was missing, and his shirt was soaked in sweat, clinging to his body."Doctor, give the word and we'll ram him," the driver said, his hand already on the gearshift."No." I pressed the button to lower the window, watching him coldly. "Let him come."He pounded on my bulletproof window, his knuckles white from the force."Eloise! Get out of the car! Just tell me why!""Why can't you forgive me? Why!"The night wind was cold, but the chill in my heart was colder."Are you insane, Slade?" I looked at him, my voice flat. "Are you looking to die?""Die?" He let out a broken, bitter laugh, his chest heaving. "If I can't have your forgiveness, what's the difference be