The Alpha's Naughty Human のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Zolani’s POVDownstairs was alive, I could hear music pulsing through the floorboards, laughter rolling, voices overlapping in a dozen languages, glasses clinking, and boots stomping. The energy leaked up the stairs and it was tempting, promising fun, connection, chaos. I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to walk in, smile, dance, let myself get swept up in the madness of a werewolf post wedding celebration.But my feet wouldn’t move.This was Aradia’s night. Her grooms had arrived hours ago, and the three of them were probably tangled up somewhere in the crowd, laughing, kissing, being the center of everything. She didn’t need to babysit me. She shouldn’t have to.And that left me… alone.Not just alone in a room. Alone in a house full of wolves who weren’t human, who scented everything, who moved like predators even when they were smiling.I didn’t know their customs, their inside jokes, their rules. I didn’t know how to talk to them without feeling like a child trying to play wit

Zolani’s pov.I turned back to Ronan and hesitated again.The song swelled, slow, intimate and Ronan stepped a fraction closer, hand still offered. “One dance,” he said softly, voice cutting through the bass. “No strings. No expectations. Just… let me show you how it feels.”The words hit low, warm, and tempting.I glanced at Cassian once more.His jaw tightened, visible even from here.I looked back at Ronan, took a breath and placed my hand in his.Ronan’s fingers closed around mine, gentle, and warm, no possession in the grip.He pulled me close, slowly and, respectfully, hand settling on my waist lightly, the other holding mine at shoulder height. We started to move, slow, in time with the music, his steps confident but easy, leading without forcing.“You’re tense,” he murmured after a few beats, voice low against my ear. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless asked.”I laughed nervous and lightly, trying to shake off the way Cassian’s gaze still burned into my back. “That’s reassuring.”He

Zolani’s POVThe party was still raging like it had no intention of slowing down, let alone ending. Music thumped through the walls mixed with laughter, glasses clinking, voices rising and falling in waves of drunken chaos.I bet this was one of those nights that stretched into dawn, where people got sloppy, secrets spilled, and bodies passed out on couches or floors or knowing werewolves... piled in corners like puppies. The air smelled of spilled whiskey, roasted meat, pine from the massive Christmas trees, and that undercurrent of sweat.I’d tucked myself into the far end of the hall after the bathroom incident, back against a shadowed pillar, hidden in a corner where the lights didn’t quite reach.My legs were still shaky, thighs sticky with the evidence of what Cassian had done to me, and my breath came in short, uneven pulls. I needed to cool off, let my scent stabilize. Walking into a room full of wolves smelling like fresh orgasm wasn’t ideal, it was a recipe for disaster. One

Zolani’s POVMy whole body was vibrating with need, raw, electric, and so damn overwhelming. This wasn’t like the dreams. The dreams had been hazy, safe, distant fantasies I could wake up from and shove into the back of my mind. This was real. Hot and heavy. Cassian Blackthorne was right here in my room, door probably locked, body pressed against mine, kissing me like he’d been starving for it longer than I had.His mouth moved over mine, slower at first, then deeper, and hungrier, his tongue stroking mine in long, filthy sweeps that made my knees buckle.I clutched his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt and trying to hold on as the world narrowed to the heat of his lips, the scrape of his stubble, and the low growl rumbling in his chest every time I moaned into his mouth.He caught me when my legs gave out, strong arms banding around my waist, lifting me effortlessly until my back hit the wall, legs wrapping around his hips on instinct. His cock, thick, hard, straining

Cassian’s POV Zolani cuddled closer, soft, boneless, still half-asleep and a growl tore out of my throat before I could choke it back.It was low, rough and very primal. She was butt-naked against me, skin fever-hot and silky, breasts pressed to my chest, one thigh slung over my hip like she was trying to fuse herself to me even in sleep.My cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing angrily against her stomach, leaking pre-cum in steady pulses that smeared between us every time she shifted.I’d already tried to slip away twice, once to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, once just to pace the room and get some fucking air but every time I moved even an inch, her arms tightened around my neck, a sleepy little whine escaping her lips, and she burrowed deeper like I was her personal furnace.Clingy as fuck.And I was letting her.My wolf laughed inside my skull dark, mocking, and delighted.“You can fuck her, you know,” he snarled, pacing restlessly.“She already gave you the green