Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

POV: Tom the Cracksman | Seelie Court, ArcadiaThe Seelie Court did not exist in a fixed location, which was its first and most important defense. It existed in the space between locations, accessible through doors that weren't doors in the material sense, through thresholds that read intention rather than physical presence. Tom had been navigating fae thresholds since he was twelve years old, when the touch had first shown in his hands and a Seelie scout had found him picking pockets in Petticoat Lane and brought him before a minor court functionary for assessment.He was thirty-one now. He knew how to walk through a door that wasn't there.The Court presented differently each time he visited. Today it was a vast hall with a ceiling of living branches, woven so tightly overhead that no sky was visible, and the light that came through them was golden-green and sourceless, the kind of light that existed in Arcadia as a permanent ambient condition rather than something that required a s

POV: Callum | Parliament Execution Grounds, SouthwarkThe summons was not optional. That was made clear in the wording, which used the language of invitation but meant the language of attendance required, the kind of letter that arrived on official Parliament parchment with two vampire enforcers waiting in the street below for your response.Callum brought Isla and four fighters. Not because four fighters would make a difference if Parliament wanted to start something, but because showing up alone to a gathering of a hundred supernaturals felt like a statement he wasn't ready to make.The execution ground was in Southwark, which had been hosting public spectacles of one kind or another for six hundred years and had the quality of a place that was accustomed to the weight of them. The area was warded from human perception, the Veil thick and deliberate here, and within the ward a crowd had gathered that represented most of what remained of London's supernatural population after the bat

POV: Moira | Clerkenwell FlatShe wrote the letter in the kitchen while Finn slept, which was the only time the flat was quiet enough to think in a straight line.She had started it three times over the past two weeks and thrown away the first two attempts because they had come out wrong, either too formal or too much the other direction, too raw in a way that would put Callum on guard before he finished reading. She wanted him to read the whole thing. She wanted him to understand what she was asking.She dated it at the top and wrote his name and then sat for a moment with the pen hovering, deciding where to start.You don't know me well, she wrote. We've met twice and both times there were other things happening that took up most of the room. So I'll tell you what I think you need to know before I get to the part I actually want to say.Finn is healthy. He's a born wolf, full blood, first transformation will come around age three if he follows normal development. He's curious and st

POV: Valentina Corvino | Mordaunt's Blood Club, SohoThe invitation had arrived on Parliament letterhead, which meant it was not an invitation.Attendance at quarterly vampire social gatherings was a requirement for all formally registered vampires, and Valentina's conversion had been registered whether she had filed paperwork for it or not. Parliament maintained its own records, and full vampires who failed to appear at social obligations without documented reason became persons of interest in ways that complicated everything else she was trying to do.So she went.The blood club was the same building she had been imprisoned in three months ago, which Mordaunt had either chosen deliberately or hadn't considered at all, and she genuinely could not decide which was worse. The cells were two floors below the main room. She could feel the depth of them beneath her feet, the way she could feel most things now more precisely than she used to.That was the conversion. Everything louder, sha

POV: Madame Violette | Mordaunt's Kensington MansionViolette kept her lists in her head, which was safer than paper and more reliable than most people assumed. Two hundred and thirty years of vampirism had given her a memory that did not degrade the way human memory did, every detail preserved with the same fidelity as the moment it was laid down. She had never written anything incriminating in her life. She had never needed to.She sat in the back room of Mordaunt's mansion, the room that was hers by function if not by formal designation, and ran through the current positions of all active operations with the focused pleasure of someone doing work they were genuinely suited for.Sarah had been embedded in Callum's crew for three months and eleven days. Her last report had confirmed the hybrid child's location, which was the primary intelligence objective Violette had assigned her six weeks ago. Sarah was careful and patient and had not yet given Callum's people reason to suspect her