THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Aria POV“First, we need to find that informer and get rid of him. That is the only way we can win against Mason.”“So how do I come in all of this? How do we stop Mason for the meantime? We can't just keep on wasting time looking for an informer. He's also a spy, so I don't think we'll easily find him because he would not want to be found out and he will make sure to hide himself well.”“Besides, you can't just go around accusing everybody of being the informer. And there are lots of workers inside this palace. How will you even figure out if any of them is the informer?” I said to him as he just looked at me and shook his head.“You really do not know anything, right? Aria, I don't have to waste my time looking for him. He will come out in the open by himself once I am done. Now here is the plan, and here is where you are going to be useful. I'll call for a council meeting right now, and then you have to tell them that you are surrendering yourself to Mason and act as if I am agreei

Aria POVEverything suddenly felt like a dream to me, like I had just imagined my life. No, this wasn't how I planned it. I never expected Mason to catch me. I thought I could play a trick on him and make it easy for Daemon to come to my rescue. But what was this? What was going on?“Let me go. If you like, delete the message, misinterpret it, I don't care. Damon would still come for me because he knows I am one who needs saving and he's not so dumb, so foolish as you are,” I said to him, enraged as he laughed.“Believe me, he is fucking foolish. The dumbest guy I've ever seen actually. And he's going to keep being dumb, and I am going to make it that way. I can't believe you two tried to play a stupid trick on me. You really thought it was going to work? I was going to fall for your stupid manipulation. No, I would not. You both are so funny. Makes me confused on how to act,” I continued.“I won't do shades, Aria, and I'm tired of warning you, threatening you, and wasting my saliva,

Damon POVI don't know what exactly is wrong with you or what has gotten into you or why you think Aria is ever going to want you.“I shouted at Mason in disgust as I slammed him against the car more harshly. He laughed.“You crazy asshole. You really think you could just walk into our life and make changes? I thought you were my fucking friend. You were supposed to be my friend. You were in my wedding and now you're taking my bride away from me. Do you even think it makes any sense? Just because you are an Alpha makes you supreme to everything. You are such an ass bitch. You don't know it.”I continued to rant his rubbish. I couldn't take it anymore as I slammed the porch of his cheek.“You are really a fool. Believe it. You are dumb. And I don't even know how exactly I thought I could discuss this matter with you and it would go the way I want it to. Just stay away from me, okay? Stay away from her. Most especially if you had taken perfect care of her, kept her safe, pampered her li

(Aria POV)I don't even startle. I just stop walking and turn around, and there he is, filling the hallway the way he fills every space he occupies, like the architecture quietly rearranged itself to accommodate him. He looks at me. I look back. The silence between us runs exactly long enough for both of us to understand that we are not going to pretend I was not crouched behind a steel shelf listening through a ventilation grate for the last twenty minutes."Come with me," he says.It is not quite a command. His voice doesn't have that particular edge to it, the one that turns words into walls. It lands more like an expectation, steady and patient, the verbal equivalent of a hand extended rather than a door slammed. I notice the distinction. I choose not to make a thing of it."Fine," I say, and follow him.He takes me down a hallway I haven't been in yet, shorter than the others, and pushes open a door at the end. I step inside and clock the room in about four seconds. Maps on the w

Aria POV)Rook finally leaves me at the cafeteria entrance after insisting I try the chili for the third time. He’s still talking about how Ruthless needs a new exhaust when I slip away, ducking down the side corridor that leads outside. The training yard is empty except for one person.Damon stands alone in the center of the dirt oval, facing a heavy bag that hangs from a steel frame. The bag is patched in so many places it looks like a quilt made by someone who hates sewing. He’s shirtless, sweat already shining across his shoulders, and every punch lands with a sound like someone dropping a dictionary on concrete.I stop in the open doorway. My sneakers squeak once on the threshold. He doesn’t turn. He keeps moving, left hook, right cross, elbow strike, pivot. The bag swings wildly each time but never quite knocks him back. I watch longer than I should, arms folded, hip against the doorframe. He knows I’m here. Of course he does. The man can probably hear my heartbeat from across t