Marked By My Best Friend's Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

~irisIt’s been days.Days of pretending everything is fine. Days of forced smiles and routine conversations. Days of Ky keeping her distance like I don’t exist,and honestly, she has every right to.Because what the hell was wrong with me that night?I pressed my fingers to my temples, exhaling slowly. I hated how easily my mind compared me to Eunice. The thought alone made my stomach twist. I wasn’t her. I didn’t force anyone. But still… The guilt sat heavy on my chest. Wanting too much. Crossing lines I should’ve respected.I glanced at the other side of the bed. Empty.“Where’s Alice?” I muttered under my breath.The bathroom door opened, steam spilling out first, then her. Alice leaned against the doorframe, fresh from a shower, skin still warm, hair damp. She smiled when she caught me staring.“Looking for me?” she teased.“Yeah,” I said simply, not bothering to look away.I stood and crossed the room, slipping my hands around her waist and pulling her gently against me. “You’re

~ AliceGetting ready with Iris always felt like a small ritual.Not the dramatic kind,no loud music or chaos. just soft moments that reminded me why I liked loving her. Why it felt easy. Safe.She sat on the edge of the bed while I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of my dress.Every now and then I caught her staring, eyes unfocused, like her mind was somewhere else entirely.“You’re doing it again,” I said lightly.“Doing what?” she asked, blinking.“Disappearing.”She smiled, a little guilty. “Sorry.”I turned toward her. “You nervous about the gala?”“A bit,” she admitted.That surprised me. Iris never got nervous about crowds. Or attention. Or people. She was the kind of girl who walked into rooms like she belonged there.even when she didn’t try.I stepped closer, resting my hands on her knees. “Hey. It’s just parents, teachers, and free food. You’ll survive.”She laughed softly. “When you put it that way…”I leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She k

~iris “Hey, Iris,” my aunt said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.“Hey, Aunt,” I replied, forcing a small smile, trying to hide the tightening in my chest.She grinned, eyes sparkling. “Iris, look who’s come to see me,Alpha Duncan.”“Hey, Iris. Nice to see you,” he said smoothly, smirking in that infuriatingly calm way of his.I rolled my eyes, masking my shock with a dry tone. “We’ve met,” I said to my aunt, making sure she understood that I wasn’t impressed by his theatrics.Duncan’s smirk widened, just a little. “You sure we’ve met, little girl?” His eyes gleamed, gold flecks catching the light as if he were assessing me, measuring me… claiming me.Fuck him.I clenched my fists subtly at my sides, trying to keep my composure, but the tension under his gaze was unbearable. He didn’t just see me,he knew me in ways no one else could, and that thought made my skin prickle.“Don’t be rude,” my aunt said lightly, clearly oblivious to the storm brewing between us. “Say hello properly, Iris.

~ Duncan The door closed behind her.The sound was quiet,barely anything,but it landed in my chest like weight.I stood there longer than I should have.Too long.The house felt different the moment she left, like something essential had been pulled out of it. The air thinned. The silence stretched. Even the walls seemed to listen, waiting.I clenched my jaw.That was the problemI had let her leave.I moved toward the window, staring out into the night, my reflection staring back at me,composed, unbothered, Alpha. That was what everyone saw.Not the hunger sitting just beneath my ribs.Not the pull.Not the way my instincts had surged the second her presence slipped away, sharp and demanding, like a warning bell that wouldn’t stop ringing.I had wanted her to stay.That truth sat heavy.She grounded something in me I hadn’t realized was unraveling.And now she was gone.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly, forcing control back where it belonged.This was why distance m

~ kyI hadn’t expected Iris to come over. Not tonight. Not after… everything. My fingers tightened around the wine glass as I stared out the window, the city lights flickering beneath the sky. Part of me wanted to stay in the quiet, to pretend none of it ever happened, but another part,one I didn’t like to admit,was desperate for her.“Iris?” I heard her call softly. My heart skipped. That voice,familiar, soft. it made the world shrink to just her and me.I felt her footsteps upstairs before I saw her, and when she entered my room, there she was,her presence impossible to ignore.“Ky…” she started, hesitation in her tone. My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her to leave, to stay away, but I couldn’t. I needed her here.“Why… why have you been distant?” she asked, eyes searching mine. The weight of her words pressed against me. She knew. She knew what I had been feeling,the tension, the awkward silence.I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. “It’s not because of you,” I said carefully