Claimed by My Alpha’s Lycan Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

IRIS POV: Elder Sylvaris stepped forward, the ceremonial blade resting in his hands. Camera lights flickered from every corner. The ceremony was being broadcast live on every station. “Tonight, beneath the witness of the moon and the ancestors, two souls stand before us to be bound by fate, duty, and blood.” I couldn’t look Nicholas in the eyes. It felt like the love wasn’t there anymore. My wolf whimpered from the pain she felt after what we had seen a few hours ago. The Elder raised the silver ceremonial blade. “Do you, Nicholas, son of the Alpha bloodline, accept this union and the responsibilities it carries for your pack and your mate?” “I accept,” Nicholas said boldly. The Elder turned to me. My heart slammed against my chest. It was my turn. “Do you, Iris, accept this bond, to stand as Luna, guardian of the pack, and mate to the Alpha heir?” “…I… I…” I stammered, glancing at my dad. His eyes were wide and warning. I turned back toward Nicholas. He couldn’t see my fac

IRIS POV:I squeezed myself to the end of the car, leaving a huge space between me and him.His right hand suddenly moved toward me, making me flinch hard, my body still wired from everything that had just happened, but then he calmly clicked a discreet button on the center console.A hidden panel in the partition between the front and back seats slid open with elegant precision, revealing a small, illuminated compartment lined in deep crimson velvet.Inside sat a single bottle of wine, cradled like a priceless artifact.The label was old-world elegant, gold-embossed script on black parchment, with a wax seal that looked centuries old. Even from across the seat, I could make out the name etched in flowing script: Lunar Eclipse Reserve – Alpha Vintage 1847.My breath hitched.I knew that name. Every wolf in the Dark Moon Pack, and probably every allied pack, knew it. This wasn’t just wine. This was the wine. The one bottle produced only five times every generation, fermented under a bl

IRIS POV:The car kept moving north for what felt like forever. The highway slowly turned into narrower roads, then into private lanes lined with tall pines. No more billboards. No more lights from other packs. Just the soft glow from the dashboard.Finally, the Rolls-Royce slowed. Tall iron gates appeared ahead, opening automatically as we approached.Beyond them stretched an estate that took my breath away. Massive stone walls, perfectly trimmed hedges, fountains lit up with soft gold light, and a main house that looked more like a modern palace than a home.Everything screamed money and power. The kind only Trillionaires could own.As the car rolled to a stop in the circular driveway, men in black suits stepped out from the shadows. Bodyguards. At least ten of them. All holding guns, big ones, held low but ready. Their faces were hard, eyes sharp. They looked like they would shoot first and ask questions later.The driver opened Aurelian’s door. He stepped out calmly, like this was

IRIS POV:I kissed him back, hungry and desperate, like all the fear and confusion from the night had turned into this one burning need.He backed me gently toward the huge bed behind us. His body pressed into mine, hard and warm through the thin towel. One thigh slipped between my legs, giving me something to press against.I gasped into his mouth at the sudden friction. Pleasure sparked inside me, making my knees weak.His fingers found the knot at the top of the towel. With one slow tug, he loosened it. The thick fabric slipped from my body and pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare in front of him.I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed.My wolf purred inside me. She was enjoying it.His hands were already on me, sliding over my waist, up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. He cupped them gently, then more firmly, his thumbs circling my nipples until they ached. A low moan escaped my mouth. My back arched, pressing myself harder into his touch.He kis

IRIS POV:“I've directed my men to drive you back,” he said quietly.“Fine,” I replied.It didn't matter if it was late outside. All I wanted to do was leave.I walked toward the huge doors where two guards waited.“Iris, wait.” His voice echoed from behind me. I turned around slowly.“How were you able to run?” he asked, frowning.“What do you mean?” I asked.“You resisted me,” he said. “How did you do it?”“Resist? I didn't feel it was right, so I ran,” I stated.“No, Iris!” he shouted. “You don't know who I am or what I am. You weren't supposed to be able to do that.” He growled, his eyes glowing gold.My face changed that instant.“What, then, are you?” I asked.He looked me in the eye. “The ride is ready. You can leave now.”That was it. No answer to my question.I turned, walking out of the door.Up ahead was a Lamborghini, sleek, matte black, with razor-sharp lines. Aventador SVJ, I realized as I got closer. I had seen enough car magazines in waiting rooms to recognize this one