Marked By My Best Friend's Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

~iris I didn’t sleep again. I thought I could be over it. I lay awake until dawn, staring at the ceiling while the room slowly shifted from black to grey, my chest aching in a way that felt physical,like something had been carved out of me and left hollow. Every time I closed my eyes, the video replayed itself behind my lids. His face. The bed. The woman’s moans. Aloha Duncan..My Alpha.My mate.With someone else.By morning, my eyes burned, my throat felt raw, and my heart felt like it had been wrung dry.Every morning, I felt like this. I told myself to breathe. To think. To be rational. Videos could be fake. Angles could lie. People could twist the truth.But the way my wolf whimpered inside me told me otherwise.I needed to see him.Not text. Not call. See.I threw on my clothes with shaking hands, barely registering what I wore. My phone lay abandoned on the bed, unanswered messages glowing accusingly on the screen. Alice had texted again sometime past midnight,Are you okay

~ AliceI hadn't planned on running into iris.If I were honest, i hadn't planned on seeing anyone this morning. I had gone to my father's estate for the simplest reason possible to grab a sealed envelope form his study. Old council documents he’d asked me to keep safe weeks ago. He’d already left by the time I arrived, guards saying he’d traveled before dawn, tight-lipped, unreadable as always.That alone had put me on edge.My father didn’t leave without warning unless something serious was happening.Still, I told myself not to overthink it. I took the envelope, tucked it into my bag, and headed back toward campus, already mentally listing everything I had to do before class.Then I saw her. Iris walking out through the gates. From my father's house.I stopped so suddenly my breath caught. For a second, my brain refused to make sense of the image. Iris, my Iris. standing there with that fragile, haunted look in her eyes, like she’d just come apart and barely stitched herself ba

~ AliceI didn’t sleep.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, counting the slow turns of the fan, listening to the quiet hum of a house that felt too big when my father was gone. Every sound echoed,footsteps that weren’t there, doors that didn’t open, a presence that used to ground me now reduced to absence.And Iris.My phone sat beside me, face down. I didn’t flip it over. I already knew what I wouldn’t see.No messages.No calls.No I’m okay.I have always been the one calling. We haven't have any issues but it felt like. She’d smiled at me earlier. That soft, practiced smile she wore when she didn’t want to fight. The one that made my chest ache because I knew it wasn’t real. I’d felt it then,that sense of her slipping, like sand through fingers no matter how tightly I clenched.I hated that feeling.I rolled onto my side, jaw tight, forcing myself not to spiral. I told myself I was being dramatic. That people drift sometimes. That it didn’t always mean loss.But Iris wasn’t j

~ IrisWeeks passed.Not the dramatic kind where everything heals neatly,but the quiet, convincing kind. The kind where routines return, laughter comes easier, and the sharpest edges of pain dull just enough to stop cutting every time you breathe.Alice and I found our rhythm again.Not perfect. Not untouched. But real.Morning coffees before class. Shared headphones in the library. Her legs draped over mine on the dorm couch while she pretended not to watch me write. We didn’t talk about everything, but we talked enough. And somehow, that was working.Eunice was still around, of course. Like a bad smell you couldn’t fully air out.Lingering looks. Too-close passes in the hallway. A hand brushing my arm a second too long when she handed me a file. But nothing overt. Nothing that could be called out without sounding paranoid. Just pressure. Just reminder.Ky slid into our lives in a way that surprised me most.She wasn’t competition. She wasn’t a threat.She was… easy.And I love her

Chapter 39~irisI sucked in a shaky breath as her words settled, heavy and poisonous. Anastasia straightened, pacing slowly in front of me like a lecturer savoring her point.“A father,” she said calmly, almost thoughtfully. “And his daughter.”She stopped and looked at me,her head titling.” Do you even hear how that sounds when said out loud, iris?” “ I didn't plan it,” I whispered, “ it's just happened…” She laughed softly. Not loud. Not dramatic. Worse. Amused.“That’s always the excuse of people who refuse responsibility. Things don’t just happen. You chose. Again and again.”“ They were several times you could have stopped this, but as I said, you were selfish.”She stepped closer, crouching in front of me so we were eye level. I tried to pull back, but the chair held firm.“Do you know what would happen if they found out?” she asked gently, as if she were genuinely curious. “If Alpha Duncan realized you were in his bed… and in his daughter’s arms?”My stomach twisted violentl