Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Killian’s POVShe didn’t know just how much she affected me, or how I had plunged my claws into my own flesh.It was pathetic.Could you blame me?Just one cut and she was suddenly showing concern. I had to make it even more serious.“Why aren’t you at work?” she asked, standing over the wardrobe, rifling through the closet.I stole a glance through the small gap.This might be the first time I was truly noticing her clothes.She didn’t really have much.“I took a day off,” I answered, running my fingers over the bandage on my wrist.“Hmmm…”Silence settled between us.What was I supposed to say now?Starting a conversation that didn’t involve work, pack business, death threats, or orders wasn’t my strongest skill.But I wanted to talk to my wife.Freya, on the other hand, acted like my presence wasn’t required.“Are you going somewhere?” I asked when she started sliding into a pair of jeans.“Can’t I?”I groaned.Last night, she hadn’t fully explained what she was doing with those wom

FREYA’S POV“You witch. How dare you!” Lydia shrieked, flames of terror brimming in her eyes.As if recalling where she was, she pulled herself together. “At least lapdogs have their uses. Unlike you—wolfless,” she taunted, stepping closer. “Weak and pathetic.”I smiled. “At least you know your place.”Garrick fumed, his chest lifting. He grabbed Lydia and set her aside. That bastard pushed me—I’ll make him bleed. Both of them.“Luna Freya, watch your mouth. This isn't the Greenville pack. Kneel and beg. We won’t make things hard for you.”What could already be harder than what they had just done?I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. “Wow, your boldness really amazes me. And to think I tolerated both of your cruelty makes me extremely disgusted.”“Still running those mouths.” Lydia’s face grew into a deep scowl.She raised the dress and her lips stretched into a smile. “Let’s see if you’ll be so mouthy after this—”Rip!The dress shredded in half. I blinked. The door swung open, shi

Killian’s POV“Alpha, the elders are demanding your presence in the council hall,” Hansel said beside me, his face buried in his phone.It was time to pass judgment on those two bastards who hurt my wife.I hated that I had to leave, but it was necessary.“The other thing I asked—did you do it?”“Yes, sir…”Anyone who hurt Freya would pay the price. I didn’t care what others thought about my methods, but it had come to my notice that a lot of people looked down on her.Why?Because she didn’t have a wolf? Or because she was utterly alone?No family. No support.I took a step closer to Freya and leaned in softly, afraid I would wake her and yank her back into the cruelty of this world. I wanted to hold her, but my hands were still dripping with blood, so I stayed put.I memorized every corner of her face and took a deep breath. “Stay still. I’ll be back.”Her eyes squinted, like she was trying to give me a response.Hansel passed me a handkerchief, and I clasped it tightly, squeezing w

Freya’s POVMy eyes opened once the door closed behind me.I knew Killian was standing there, but for some twisted reason, I stayed put.He had asked me out suddenly, and then I got assaulted by his elite betas—I didn’t think that was just a coincidence. Maybe he was looking for a way to end my life—discreetly.But seeing the way he stood over my bedside, watching as the healers tended to my wounds, I realised maybe he was innocent of this crime.There was a light tap on the door, and I pulled myself together.My throat still hitched from where Garrick held me down, and my body ached even more.“Come inside.”“Luna…”A calm scent washed into the room as heavy footsteps followed.It was Raphael, reaching over with concern in his eyes. His hands were warm when they reached my shoulders as he crouched down.“Are you alright?” He swallowed. “I heard from the other betas that you were seriously injured. What happened?”I patted his hand, forcing a smile. “So many questions. How am I suppose

FREYA’S POV“Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Elder Darius asked, staring at me intently.I lowered my head. No one would dare speak if they weren’t sure.“Yes, I am,” I said curtly. “And the incident from the wine cellar was also pioneered by Madam Grace.”Another sharp gasp rippled through the room. Everyone knew Madam Grace acted on behalf of Lady Maeve. These accusations were indirectly pointing toward her and they all knew it.Killian grabbed my hand, yanking me back. His grip burned, but I kept still. “What is the meaning of this?”Ignoring his question, I returned my gaze to the elder. “Madam Grace has been instigating the servants against me, and her two latest henchmen are Garrick and Lydia.”For a person facing this series of accusations, she was awfully calm. It bothered me for a moment, making me wonder if she was already a step ahead of me.Today, nothing must go wrong.Lady Maeve smiled, leaning back in her seat. “Freya, Madam Grace is my most trusted servant. Are