Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Freya’s POV“Good day, Luna,” Hansel said in his usual stiff tone.He walked toward Vivian, sending her a warning glance before grabbing her arm.“The Alpha is requesting you,” he said bluntly.I could feel it—something was off between them. Something Hansel didn’t want me to know.“Fine,” Vivian snarled as she yanked her hand away from Hansel.Her final glance at me was sharp and warning, but Vivian’s wrath was the least of my problems.***The room was awfully quiet when I opened my eyes—warm, silent, peaceful.I could get used to this feeling all day.A soft vibration from the table drew my attention to the side. My phone lay nestled there.One press, and the screen unlocked.I frowned at the wedding photo I used as my wallpaper.I made a mental note to change it later and scrolled through my notifications.One was from Mrs. Queen.> Lady Hanna’s condition has been confirmed. She wishes to thank you personally.I smiled, wiggling my phone in my hands.The fastest way to ensure the M

Killian’s POV“For now, you’ll have to watch your strength—try not to strain your wolf too much.” The healer said, pulling up my sleeves after he had just checked my pulse.My eyes rolled instinctively at his words. Who was he to tell me what to do?I was doing just fine.Honestly, if it were'nt for Hansel insisting on this check-up, I wouldn’t have done it.“You can leave.” I waved him off.Hansel saw the healer to the door, and when it closed, his hand went behind his back, then he straightened.“Tablet.”I frowned, and Hansel took the tablet off the table, placing it over my thigh.“This is my schedule for today?” I said, running my gaze through the contents that seemed a little less cramped than I remembered.“Yes, sir.”Pressing my finger over the screen, I scrolled upward for a moment and paused, noticing something off.“The last time I checked, there was a meeting with some investors by 12 p.m. I can’t find them here right now.”Hansel balled his fist over his mouth and cleared

Freya’s POVEverywhere I went, there was always someone trying to bring me down.Dragging my name through the mud until they were satisfied.I couldn’t exactly label myself as a saint, but I’ve never hurt anyone in my past or present—so this was definitely not karma.“Miss… my husband is obviously in a business meeting."Miriam’s grin told me that she wasn't going to back down any second. "Obviously....a little exchange won't cause any harm. Or aren't you worried about the woman beside him...""Why should I be?" I snapped, straining the air flow across the table. "He's an Alpha and no matter the decision he makes I trust him."The words tasting like sawdust because I was shamelessly lying through my teeth.My eyes connected briefly towards Killian and Vivian. I forced the smile through the low ache pulsing inside my chest. "Beside the woman you're speaking about is Vivian Lorren my husband's beta. " I continued, tasting the bitterness in each word. "She's like a little sister to him."

FREYA’S POVHe was definitely sick in the head. That was something I could agree on.I didn't blame him.He finally got a taste of what it felt like to lose control. To see something you want slipping from your grasp.However, that something was definitely not me.Oakcreek was second only to Greenville when it came to the vastness of land and power. If my parents hadn’t met such an unfortunate end, things might have been different.Keeping me in check was keeping Oakcreek.Killian just wanted supremacy and control.“I’m not a toy for your amusement, and I won’t let you force me either.”“Never said you were,” he chimed, a little too quickly.When I didn’t respond, something else flickered in his eyes—like he wanted me to believe him.But it was hard to make out his entire expression when the only light we had came from the dim cracks of lightning that split the sky with every strike.“You’re my wife. Not a tool.”“Really? What’s the difference? In your eyes, I’m nothing but property

FREYA’S POVLife was a series of decisions—choices that could not be reversed, even if you regretted them.But regret was a luxury I could not afford—not in this life or the next.Every decision would serve a purpose, and I would get everything I deserved.My eyes opened, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t wake up with that eerie feeling creeping up my spine. Or the smell of rot clinging to my throat. Or the sensation of wooden boards beneath my nails.Stretching lightly, a yawn escaped my lips as I turned to the side.“You’re awake.”The words sent a quick shiver down my shoulder as I shifted slightly on the bed.Killian sat on a chair nearby, legs crossed, a tablet resting in his hands. He didn’t spare me a glance.Why was he still here—dressed like that?I swallowed, my eyes tracing the way his abs rested neatly against each other, as though carved by the Moon Goddess herself.His night robe hung low on his waist, sleeves draped loosely over his shoulders, barely covering