The Alpha's Naughty Human のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

ZolaniI checked my phone for the third time in ten minutes, thumb hovering over the screen like it might magically summon a missed call from Evan or a text from my parents. Nothing. Just the same empty lock screen staring back at me... some generic mountain photo I’d downloaded because it looked peaceful. Peaceful. What a joke.It hurt. A dull, familiar ache right under my ribs, the kind that never quite goes away, just learns to live there quietly.I was used to it, Evan’s silences when work swallowed him, Mom’s “we’re praying for you” messages that always felt more like judgment than love, Dad’s one-word replies when he bothered to reply at all. I’d made do with scraps of attention my whole life. This was just another day in the pattern.But today it stung sharper. Maybe because I was thousands of miles away, wrapped in silk and rubies that weren’t mine, surrounded by wolves who loved like they’d kill for you, and I was still invisible to the people who were supposed to see me.I

Zolani’s POV“I don’t want to leave, it’s snowing so badly,” I protested, digging my heels into the rug as Aradia shoved me toward the front doors like I was a reluctant puppy.She’d burst into my room twenty minutes earlier, wild-eyed and grinning like a maniac. “Ronan called! He’s waiting outside. Go! It’s just coffee, not a blood oath. Have fun, virgin queen!”Now she had me by the shoulders, pushing me across the foyer while I tried to backpedal.“It’s a blizzard out there!” I hissed, glancing at the windows, snow whipping sideways in thick white sheets, visibility down to almost nothing. “I’ll freeze. Or die. Or both.”Aradia laughed, ruthless. “You’ll live. The car’s heated. Ronan’s a gentleman. And there are shadow guards tailing you... pack security, invisible but deadly. No one’s touching you unless they want their spine used as a chew toy.” She opened the massive oak doors with one hand, cold air rushing and slapping my face. “Go. Have coffee. Flirt. Feel wanted for once. I’

Zolani’s POV “How far can a good girl go?” Cassian asked, voice low and velvet-wrapped steel, each word dragging over my skin.His hand moved slowly and deliberately, fingers sliding up my throat until his palm settled around the column of my neck.He wasn't squeezing or choking. Just holding, and possessing. The heat of his skin seared me through the thin silk of the dress, thumb resting right over my racing pulse. He could feel it, every frantic beat, every stutter of breath I tried to hide.His eyes were still full crimson, it was like his wolf was staring out at me like I was prey and salvation in the same breath. The dashboard lights cast red shadows across his face, making the silver in his stubble gleam like frost, making the scar on his jaw look sharper, and more lethal.I knew this was wrong. Every single piece of it screamed wrong.I was engaged. Evan’s ring sat heavy on my finger, simple gold band, modest diamond, a promise I’d made in a church with my parents watching,

Zolani’s POV“Little human…”The voice pulled me out of the dark like a hook through my sternum.My eyes snapped open.Morning light sliced through the heavy curtains, it was soft gold, and almost gentle, nothing like the storm that had raged last night.The room smelled of dying embers, expensive sheets, and… him. Pine. Smoke. Blood long gone but still haunting the air and I wonder why his scent was so strong in my room.I blinked. My head throbbed sharp, and insistent, like someone had taken a hammer to my skull while I slept.“Ouch…”I clutched my temples, fingers pressing hard against the ache, trying to force the fog to clear.I remembered fragments.I’d come back to the room after the hallway… after Cassian had dragged me away from Ronan’s car, after he’d pinned me against him and kissed me like he wanted to devour my soul.I’d stumbled inside, robe falling open, body still screaming for him. I’d touched myself, slow at first, then frantic, his name spilling from my lips like a

Zolani’s POVI paced the room like a trapped animal, phone clutched in one hand, thumb swiping the screen every few seconds as if sheer willpower could force Evan’s name to appear.But nothing happened. No missed call. No text. No “sorry I missed you, babe, why did you end my call” or even a lame emoji. Just silence. The same cold, indifferent silence I’d gotten used to over the years.I deserved better.I deserved to be loved the way other girls were, the way they are loved fiercely, obsessively, and stupidly. I deserved late-night calls just because someone missed my voice.I deserved flowers for no reason, silly arguments that ended in make-up sex, someone who’d drop everything when I was spiraling. I deserved to throw a tantrum, loud, childish, irrational and have someone wrap me up, kiss my forehead, and say, “Okay, baby, tell me what you need.”I wanted to be spoiled, damn it.I kicked the chair hard, wood scraping across the floor with a satisfying screech.“Curse you, Evan,” I