Marked By My Best Friend's Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

~Author POVThe moment the gates closed behind the convoy…The moment Duncan left her hand to go meet the council ….Iris broke.Not in front of the council.Not in front of Duncan.Not in front of the guards or the servants or the watching eyes that fed on strength and weakness alike.No.She waited.She held it in.Until there was no one left to see her fall.The courtyard was empty now.Too empty.The echo of hooves had long faded into silence, leaving behind nothing but the ghost of what had just been taken.Mira found her on the steps.Standing.Still.Too still.“Iris…” she said softly.That was all it took.Iris turned.And the moment her eyes met Mira’s..The control shattered.“Ten fucking years.”Her voice broke on the words.Raw.Unfiltered.Mira didn’t hesitate.She stepped forward and pulled her into her arms.And Iris let herself fall into it.“They’re gone,” Iris whispered, gripping Mira’s shirt tightly. “They’re really gone…”Her shoulders trembled.Her breath uneven.

~Duncan POVThe sun had barely crested the horizon when I left the estate, the air crisp and biting. My bag, heavy with maps, journals, and relics of the northern archives, rested against my shoulder, but even it didn’t weigh as heavily as the thoughts in my mind. Rowan and Alice,my children. my heirs,were still years away from truly understanding the power within them. A whole year had passed since they were entrusted to the witches for training, and I would finally see them again. Not just as the small, sharp-eyed children I left behind, but as young wolves approaching their first true test of adolescence.The journey was long, winding through forests that still carried the scent of winter, over mountains whose peaks seemed to scrape the sky, and across rivers that shimmered like molten silver. I kept my hands on the reins, though the carriage was guided by enchanted spells; control was something I never relinquished fully. Even after two years of absen

~Iris POVThe room was warm, almost too warm, the curtains drawn tight against the late afternoon sun. I felt Duncan’s hands against my skin, his touch familiar, urgent. Two years had passed since Rowan and Alice had been taken for training with the witches, and in that time, Duncan and I had grown closer than I’d thought possible. Nights like these, when the world seemed distant, when only he and I existed, were rare.And yet, here we were,him leaning over me, lips brushing my neck, fingers tracing patterns that made me shiver. I had tried to be patient during the council meetings earlier, trying to remain composed while politics and threats simmered just beyond these walls. But now, now that he was here, the weight of all responsibility melted away under the heat of his hands.“Duncan…” I whispered, my voice shaky, but he silenced me with a soft, possessive kiss.“Shh… Iris,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Shh.”I arched into him, heart hammering. His lips traveled over my shoul

~Iris POVThe council chamber was quiet, the soft flicker of candlelight casting warm, golden shadows across the room. I sat at the head of the table, papers spread out before me, the waxy scent of candles mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood. Mira sat across from me, eyes sharp as always, and we were in the middle of a discussion about alliance negotiations, pack territories, and resource distribution. Every detail mattered,one misstep, one overlooked clause, and the balance of power could tip dangerously.Duncan had gone out to check some Territories yesterday and hasn't returned yet. He placed a phone call tho, that he would spend a week there.“Alpha Luna,” one of the elder council members said, voice measured. “We need to ensure the northern packs honor the new treaty before the next full moon. Otherwise, we risk further border skirmishes.”I nodded, my pen pausing above a parchment. “Agreed. I’ll send word immediately. We also need to monitor the western borders…Lucien

~ Iris POVI paced the length of the room, my steps sharp against the polished floor, irritation building with every unanswered call.Duncan wasn’t picking up.Of course he wasn’t.That man had a habit of disappearing the exact moment something important happened. Important like this. Important like his long-lost son,his first son..walking into my council chamber like he owned it.“Unbelievable…” I muttered under my breath, pulling the phone away from my ear before tossing it onto the bed.Silence followed.Heavy. Suffocating.My mind refused to rest.How did he find this place?How did he know so much about me?About everything?My stomach tightened.Eunice.It had to be her.That woman never moved without purpose. Never spoke without planting something dangerous underneath her words.I exhaled slowly and reached for the glass on the side table, pouring myself a drink with slightly unsteady hands. The liquid burned down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.Noth