Revenge With The Enemy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

KEALThe surprise in her eyes melted, transformed into something else; a delirious, dazed pleasure. She watched me mark her, her breath catching as each new splash of warmth hit her skin. A slow, sated smile spread across her lips, and she dragged a finger through the mess on her chest, bringing it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste me.“So sweet,” she whispered, the words a challenge and a promise.I remained hovering over her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked at my wife, glistening with my cum and tasting it. Something stirred in me, a primal animalistic growl came out of my check and I began to lap off her my copious cum, from her face, her chest, her breasts and her belly. When I was through with that I moved to her glistening pussy to click off the mixture of our mixed releases. She was moaning, crying as it all gave her pleasure. I remained hovering over her, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked at my wife, glistening with my cum and tasting it. M

DARIUS Mr. Howl sat across from me, rigid, his hands clasped together as though he were holding himself back from saying more than he already had that evening. Mrs. Howl sat beside him, silent but visibly displeased. Ria occupied the armchair near the window, her posture stiff, her expression distant.No one had offered me tea. The atmosphere had changed after I told them all I witnessed during my short stay at Gina's wedding. I ran a hand over my face. “When I watched her today…” My voice faltered unexpectedly. “When I saw the way he looked at her… I realized something.”No one interrupted.“She wasn’t trapped,” I continued. “She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t afraid.”I hesitated, the image replaying in my mind; Gina walking toward Keal with her head high, the entire pack watching her like she belonged there.“She was chosen,” I finished quietly. “And she chose him.”Mrs. Howl’s jaw tightened. She said nothing..The truth was ugly. I, we all had been very bad to Gina..Mr. Howl’s gaze

GINAThe rest of that morning unfolded slowly, like the world itself had agreed to move at our pace.After lingering beneath the sheets for about an hour, Keal finally pulled me gently from the bed, his fingers laced with mine as though letting go was no longer natural.“Let’s be productive today.” He said his face breaking into a chuckle.“Productive?” I teased softly. “On our honeymoon?”He leaned closer. “Very productive.”I laughed, swatting lightly at his chest before he guided me toward the bath.The bathroom was spacious, marble floors cool beneath our feet, sunlight filtering through frosted glass panels. The tub was already prepared; large enough for two, steam curling lazily into the air.Slipping into the warm water together felt intimate in a way that wasn’t rushed or urgent. It wasn’t about heat or hunger.It was about stillness.About learning the quiet spaces of each other.I sat between his legs, my back resting against his chest, while his arms wrapped loosely around

KEAL Keal drove with one hand on the wheel as we journeyed back to Silvercrest the next day. The other occasionally reaching for mine. Every time our fingers intertwined, I felt grounded.We weren’t just returning as Alpha and Luna.We were returning as husband and wife; as best friends.The gates of Silvercrest came into view just before two in the afternoon. The guards straightened immediately, bowing their heads respectfully as the car rolled inside.Home.The main house stood tall and welcoming, sunlight catching the stone walls in warm hues. I inhaled slowly as Keal parked.“I missed it,” I admitted softly.He glanced at me. “I know.”We stepped out of the car. The air here was different; richer, scented with pine and earth. It felt alive.I had barely taken two steps when Keal turned toward me with a look I couldn’t quite decipher.“I want to show you something,” he said.There was that tone again.The one he had used the night before.Curiosity flickered through me. “What?”H

GINAThe hall had never felt this alive before.Rows of chairs filled the open assembly space beside the training grounds, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and spilling across faces young and old. Mothers with infants. Teenage girls whispering nervously. Elderly women seated upright with quiet authority.Every woman of Silvercrest had come.I stood at the front of the hall, not behind a podium, but slightly forward, open, visible, accessible.I inhaled slowly.This was not about control.This was about foundation.“Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice steady but warm. “Today is not just about leadership. It is about unity. It's about all of us.”The murmurs softened.“A strong pack is not built only by warriors,” I continued. “It is sustained by the women who nurture it, defend its values, and carry its future.”I let my gaze move across them deliberately.“I cannot oversee every need alone. And I will not pretend that I should. That is why today, we are constitutin