The Alpha King Is Our Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Adeline POVI had turned out of the traffic lane. The twins were already settled in—seatbelts clipped, backpacks thudding to the floor. In the mirror a silver coupe peels from the curb and glues itself close to my bumper.“Mom,” Elijah says, pushing against his belt, “that car’s following us.”

Adeline POVI almost missed it.A glint beneath the couch caught my eye as I bent to pick up one of the twins’ toys. When I reached for it, my fingers brushed something cold and smooth. I picked it up and confirmed it was Myra’s necklace.The small blue gem shimmered faintly under the lamplight, the same one she always wore around her neck. The one she’d said “kept the bad dreams away.” I turned it over in my palm, a little sigh escaping me. I thought she’d lost it forever. Somehow, it had found its way back to me.It should’ve made me smile. It didn’t. I sank onto the couch, staring at it for a while. The house was quiet. The twins were asleep upstairs, soft breaths muffled through the thin walls. I’d had a bit too much wine earlier—two glasses, maybe three. It was enough to take the edge off the day and make the silence heavier instead of lighter.My phone buzzed. When I saw his name flash across the screen, I figured he was calling to confirm if I’ve seen it. I almost didn’t answer

Delilah’s POV Sleep refused to come.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. I saw Vincent’s hand closing around her wrist, his arm pulling her close before she could fall. She was the masked doctor and the way his body reacted before his mind did, it wasn’t casual.

Adeline POVThe order cracked out across the gate like a whip.“You will not play with those children again, Myra. Do you hear me?” the Queen Mother said. “They are not your kind.”

Queen Mother POVMyra sat beside me in the carriage, hugging her little wolf plush to her chest. Normally she chattered the whole way home about her drawings, her lessons, or any new friends she made. But today, she was quiet. The silence pressed heavier than her words ever could.I studied her reflection in the glass. “Why so quiet, Myra?” I