The Alpha and his Awaited Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Xander shifts, rubbing his eyes and looking up at the Lieutenant with wide, panicked blue eyes. He starts to scramble up, his face flushing. ”I, Lieutenant, I can explain—”I reach out and catch his hand, lacing our fingers together right there on top of the white hospital blanket where everyone can see. Xander freezes, looking at me in shock. But I don’t look at him; I keep my gaze locked on Miller."It’s not fraternization, Second Lieutenant Miller. It’s a bond" I state clearly.I don’t mention wolves. I don’t have to. The word bond in the military has a legal weight, but the way I say it—the raw, possessive growl underneath the words—makes it clear this isn't a casual fling. "I am officially disclosing a pre-existing soul-connection. He is mine. I’ll sign whatever paperwork legal throws at me, but I am not leaving his side.” I declare.The nurse gasps and slams her hands on her mouth. Miller looks like she’s having a stroke. "A bond? Sergeant, you have a stellar record. You're t

Finally, Alex pulls back just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead before he effortlessly grabs me from the back of my thighs. I yelp from the sudden movement, but wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his broad shoulders. He walks us over to the kitchen counter, gently settling me on the countertop, standing right between my thighs. We are on eye level now. My hands are resting on his shoulders, and Alex steps closer to me, our hips touching. His eyes turn darker, hungry. I steal a glance at his lips and then look back at his eyes. Kiss me, goddamit, I beg in my mind. I don’t have to wait for long.Alex growls, a low, primal sound that vibrates straight into my chest, and closes the distance between us. His mouth crashes against mine with a fierce, desperate hunger that completely steals the air from my lungs. The kiss is explosive, raw passion, relief, and ten years of buried isolation finally tearing to the surface. It’s everything I have been starving fo

XanderWe make a quick stop at a gas station. The engine is idling, but the world outside the car has completely vanished. All that exists is the raw, beautiful wreckage of the man sitting next to me.I don’t even think about it. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach across the center console, my hands trembling as I cup Alex’s face. His skin is still damp from his tears, and he feels so incredibly human—no longer the untouchable Sergeant, just my mate, bleeding his heart out for me.“Look at me, Alex” I whisper.He turns his head, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with a vulnerability that makes my wolf ache with the need to protect him. I lean forward until our foreheads are resting against each other, our breaths mingling in the small, warm space.“You didn’t ruin anything” I murmur, my thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “The moment I saw you at that door...I didn't see an idiot. I saw you. And yeah, it was messy and it hurt like hell…but you fixed it.”Alex lets out a ragged, broken so

The door clicks shut behind us, leaving the bustling noise of the pack house in the hallway. The air in here is still, smelling of lemon polish and the faint scent of my childhood, but it’s Alex’s presence that suddenly makes the room feel small—intimate.”So, this is your room. Mine is across the corridor. I wanted you to have a room of your own, if that’s okay?” I ask, my voice sounding a little breathier than I intended. My stomach is doing slow, nervous somersaults.”This is perfect, thank you” Alex says, stopping in the center of the room and settling his bags on the foot of the bed with a soft thud.I follow him further into the space. We face each other, and it feels as though there is a physical pull between us, a gravity that makes the air thick. Alex is taller than me, about four inches, and he stands there with a quiet intensity. He doesn’t touch me at first; he just looks at me. I feel my pulse jumping in my throat. I slowly reach out, setting my hands on his waist, my f

”Sorry, I couldn’t sleep...” I mumble, standing there awkwardly in my own boxer briefs.Alex turns on his side and reaches a hand toward me. ”Come here” he says, his voice husky and thick with sleep.I gently lift my knee onto the bed and crawl toward him. I lay down on my side, and the second my head hits the pillow, Alex pulls me in by my waist. I’m suddenly flushed against his front, our legs intertwining. I inhale deeply, his scent immediately grounding me, providing the peace I didn’t realize I needed to finally fall asleep.The morning light filters softly through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the sheets. The air is still, thick with the scent of us—cedar and patchouli. Then, the alarm blazes on the nightstand.I bolt upright for a split second, my military brain screaming that I’m late for formation, before the heat of the body next to me pulls me back to reality. It’s only 9am. In the Air Force, that’s practically noon, but here, it feels like the middle of