The Alpha’s Dead Wife is Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The war for the world was over. The war for the wedding seating chart, however, was just beginning.Emily sat at the dining table in the penthouse, buried under a mountain of heavy, leather-bound binders. Each one contained a different proposal for the ceremony, and each one seemed determined to give her a migraine.Across from her, Kael was levitating a tray of tea. He was wearing his butler’s vest again, though he had accessorized it with a pair of neon green sunglasses because, as he put it, "Domestic servitude is blindingly boring.""Your camomile, Madam," Kael droned, floating the cup down to her. "And the latest missive from the Iron-Fang Dominion. Volkov insists that the groomsmen carry battle-axes. He says it is 'traditional.'""Battle-axes," Emily repeated, rubbing her temples. "At the Space Needle.""He also suggests that the centerpiece be the skull of the first enemy Ethan killed," Kael added, checking a scroll. "Though he concedes that a fruit basket is an acceptable alte

The "Reed-Carter Foundation for Displaced Shifters" was not a shelter; it was a campus.Located on the grounds where the Evans estate had once stood—before Ethan had bulldozed it out of spite and structural necessity—the facility was a gleaming testament to modern architecture and limitless funding. There were dormitories, classrooms, a medical wing run by the Crimson Conclave, and a combat training yard overseen by the Iron-Fang.Emily Carter sat in her office on the top floor, signing a grant approval for a young omega who wanted to study engineering.She looked different than the girl who had run into the rain five years ago. Her hair was cut into a sleek, professional bob. She wore a tailored white suit that cost more than her old apartment. But the biggest change was in her eyes. The fear was gone, replaced by the calm, unshakable authority of a Queen who knew exactly where her crown lay." Madam President," a voice drawled from the doorway. "You have a visitor. He claims to be i

Castelvo – The Swiss AlpsThe fortress of the Ancients did not look like a place where people lived. It looked like a place where history was hoarded.Carved directly into the sheer granite face of the Matterhorn, Castelvo was a masterpiece of Gothic architecture and intimidation. Spires of black stone pierced the clouds, gargoyles leered from every cornice, and the air was thin, cold, and saturated with old magic.Inside the Great Hall, the atmosphere was no warmer.Five hundred of the oldest, most powerful shifters in the world had gathered to welcome the High Alpha of the West. They wore velvet, fur, and jewels that had likely been stolen during the Crusades. They stood in silence, watching the massive oak doors swing open."Steady," Ethan murmured, his hand resting on the small of Emily’s back.He looked magnificent in a tuxedo of midnight blue, the Silverclaw crest embroidered in platinum thread on his lapel. But beneath the polish, his muscles were coiled tight. He smelled the j

Ethan Carter stood on the balcony of the master suite, watching the sun set behind the jagged peaks of the Matterhorn. The view was breathtaking—a kingdom of ice and stone that he now nominally ruled. But all he could feel was the barbed wire wrapped around his heart.Inside the room, Emily was sleeping.Or rather, she was sedated. Dr. Vane’s "dopamine regulator" had done its job, silencing the static in her brain long enough for her to rest. But even in sleep, she looked fragile. Her skin was the color of old parchment, and her hands twitched occasionally, fighting unseen demons.Ethan turned away from the glass. He walked to the bed.His wolf whined in his chest—a low, piteous sound of distress. Mate. Touch. Heal.It was the oldest instinct in their biology. An Alpha’s touch was grounding. An Alpha’s scent was a sedative. When a mate was hurt, the Alpha held her. He poured his strength into her until she was whole.Ethan reached out. His hand hovered over her cheek.He remembered th

The suite in the West Wing was silent, save for the crackling of the fire Dr. Vane had insisted on lighting. Emily sat by the window, staring out at the courtyard below.She was watching her husband.Ethan stood in the center of the snowy garden, surrounded by a group of Ancient Alphas. He looked exhausted—his shoulders slumped, his gestures sharp and irritable. He had been managing the fallout of the Red Valley disaster for twelve hours straight.Then, she appeared.Lady Seraphina walked out of the castle doors. She didn't walk like a guest; she walked like she owned the snow beneath her boots. She wore a coat of white fur that blended perfectly with the landscape, and her golden hair was braided into a crown.Emily watched as Seraphina approached Ethan. She saw the way the other Alphas stepped back, giving her space. She saw Seraphina place a hand on Ethan’s arm—bold, familiar, and confident.Ethan didn't flinch.He didn't pull away. He leaned toward her, listening as she spoke. He