TO SATE AN ALPHA’S FURY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Alpha Stone's POVI walked back to the guest secretariat with Alpha Alaric. The air felt cold. Alaric walked with a confidence that irritated me. He moved like a man who already won the war. We reached the sitting room. My three chefs stood by the wall. Fenris looked bored. Varg kept twitching his nose. Skade watched the door. We sat down. The silence between us was like a sharpened blade."You won't win this competition, Stone." Alaric said. He leaned back in his chair. He did not blink."I have heard your boasts before." I replied. I looked at Fenris. "My chefs are the finest known in this time. They have cooked for kings and conquerors. Your ghost chef is a girl in a mask.""She is more than a girl." Alaric said. His voice was low. "She is the future of this kingdom. You are about to witness something your tongue cannot forget."Soon, Sophie arrived. She carried a silver tray. She did not look at me. She placed the tray on the table. On the tray sat small, round items. Th

Alaric POVAlpha Stone finally agreed that the competition should hold. He is playing with fire. It will surely burn him. I know his pack is struggling. I know he wants our herbs and grains to feed his dying borders. But I am the Alpha of the Blackwood Kingdom. I do not lose. My ancestors built these walls on the bones of those who underestimated us. I felt the wolf within me pace. It sensed the coming conflict.I called for Cassian. I told him to send for all the elders and cooks. I wanted everyone to hear the terms of this battle. This was not just a kitchen match. It was a treaty signed in salt and blood. I stood by the window of the great hall. I watched the servants scurry below. They were moving benches and clearing the floor. The tension in the palace was a physical weight. It hung in the damp air of the corridors.Everyone gathered in no time. The great hall was filled to the brim. The air felt hot from the breath of many wolves. I stood before the throne. I looked at the

Sophie POVI looked at Alaric. He stood tall in the dimly lit chamber. He was ready to take responsibility if I failed. He was ready to bare the consequences of a loss that could cost him his crown. His eyes held a weight I had not seen before. He was no longer just a king. He was a partner in this gamble."We don't have much time, Sophie." Alaric said. He paced the floor. "We would begin the journey to get the device you talked about very early tomorrow morning.""We?" Cassian asked. He leaned against the door. His brow arched in surprise."Yes. I am going with her." Alaric said. He did not look at Cassian. He kept his focus on me."Alpha, you don’t have to go." Cassian stated. He stepped forward. "The northern envoy are here. They are watching your every move. Don't let them think the Alpha King is not concerned about the affairs of his kingdom. Your absence will signal a lack of control.""Is going to get a device for the competition not an affair of the kingdom?" Alaric ask

Sophie POVI walked quietly out of the gate. The iron bars clanged behind me. I felt disappointed. The air was cold. It carried the scent of pine and burnt coal. I saw Alaric pacing the dirt path. He was already trying to find his way in. He must be wondering what I was doing. He looked at me with sharp eyes."What did he say?" Alaric asked. He stepped toward me. His shadow fell over the grass."He said he can't make a pressure cooker." I replied. I looked back at the gate. "I know he is lying. He knows the mechanics of the machine. He knows how to seal a vessel. He is just not convinced. We have to look for another way to appease him."Soon we heard thunder rumbling. The sound rolled across the mountain. Signifying it was about to rain. The sky turned a bruised purple. Dark clouds moved fast over our heads. We walked to a small batcher house. It stood just outside the blacksmith's gate. It was a rough shelter made of wood and thatch. It had firm walls and a leaky roof. At le

Sophie POVThe southern territory looked like a different world. The trees grew closer together. The air was thick. My boots sank into the mud. I stared at the plants. I looked for the jagged leaves of wild ginger. I searched for swamp lilies. I also needed the sulfur root. It grows in the heart of these wetlands. It provides a savory depth to the broth. This depth balances the heat of the peppers. Alaric stayed close to me. He moved with quiet power. He didn't act like a king. He acted like my protector."Is that what you need?" Alaric asked.He pointed to a cluster of small pods."Yes." I said. "Those are the marsh lilies. They provide the floral notes for the duck soup. Be careful. The stems have fine hairs. They irritate the skin."Alaric reached into the thorns. He did not hesitate. He plucked the lilies. He placed them in my leather satchel. His hands remained steady. I saw a small scratch on his thumb. He ignored it."We need the blue flowers now." I said. "They only grow