Revenge With The Enemy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

KEALThe Quarter Moon Social had become something bigger than I originally intended at inception.When I first introduced it years ago, it was practical. The pack needed a rhythm. A moment every quarter to breathe together. To look at one another not as patrol leaders, hunters, healers, traders but as one big family.So I chose the night before the full moon.Not the full moon itself; that night belonged to instinct.The night before belonged to choice.Unity before power.That had been my reasoning.Standing at the edge of the clearing now, watching Silvercrest gather under strings of warm lights and a rising moon not yet full, I knew it had worked.Long tables lined the open field near the community grounds. Lanterns hung from tall posts. The air smelled of roasted meats, spice rubs, grilled vegetables, and fermented berry drink.Children ran between tables.Elders sat comfortably in padded chairs near the fire pits.Music, lively but not overwhelming floated through the air.And ev

KEAL The administrative complex was quieter than usual, but not still.It was never still.Even with a wedding two days away, the pack functioned. Reports moved. Patrol shifts rotated. Communications came in and went out. Silvercrest did not pause because its Alpha was about to marry.And I would never ask it to.I sat behind the wide desk in my office on the top floor of the pack’s administrative building. The large windows overlooked the training grounds and, beyond that, the forest line stretching toward the hills. The moon was already beginning to round out in the sky, not full yet, but close.One more night after tonight.I lowered my gaze to the documents spread before me.Reception security layout.Guest confirmations.Revised perimeter rotations.I reviewed everything myself.Not because I distrusted my security head.But because this was Gina’s wedding.Which meant it was mine.Which meant nothing could be left unchecked.After Roseline’s public misstep at the Quarter Moon S

GINAI woke before the sun.For a few seconds, I didn’t remember why my heart felt so steady and so aware at the same time. Then I turned my head toward the empty side of the bed.And I remembered.Today.The space beside me was cool. Keal had slept in the spare room next to ours so Miranda and Debbie could take over without restraint this morning. And again, Serena had insisted that was how it should be. The house was quiet. No movement. No footsteps. No voices drifting down the hallway.Just stillness.I slipped out of bed and went to take my bath immediately and then wrapped a light robe around myself before walking toward the window. The curtains were slightly parted, and the sky outside was painted in that fragile space between night and morning.The full moon lingered, pale and fading, sinking toward the horizon as the first threads of sunlight stretched upward.I pressed my fingers lightly to the cool glass.The moon.The instinct.The pull.The thing that binds wolves without

GINAElder Thomas stood at the head of the ceremonial altar, his robe brushing the polished floor with each subtle movement. The Unity Flame flickered in his lantern, its amber glow bouncing across the walls, illuminating the ceremonial crest of Silvercrest behind Keal.The scent of burning cedar and pine drifted through the air, grounding me, and somehow it reminded me of the ridge lodges and the woods where Keal had first shown me the depth of our bond. My wolf stirred softly under my skin, a quiet hum of anticipation. The room was full, yet it felt empty. Not empty in absence, but empty in that only one presence mattered; Keal’s.I took a breath, letting the weight of everything settle; the tests, the Quarter Moon Social, Roseline’s attempt, earning respect from the pack, and even the whispered doubts of my own family. Every step I had taken had led to this moment. And now, under the fading glow of the moon and the rising warmth of dawn, I realized I was not being claimed. I was ch

GINA By the time the reception truly came alive, I had already changed into my second outfit.The gown was softer than the ceremony dress, lighter, easier to move in; a flowing blend of cream and muted gold that shimmered when I walked. Serena and her team had insisted I needed something I could dance in, something that would let me breathe. They were right.When I stepped back into the reception hall, a collective cheer rose again, as though the day had restarted just for us.Keal had changed too. His formal suit jacket was gone, replaced with a tailored shirt in a deep warm tone that complemented the gold in my gown. The sleeves were slightly rolled at his wrists, relaxed but still commanding. He looked less like the Alpha standing before the pack and more like the man who had held my hands this morning and promised me forever.Laughter filled the hall from every corner. The long tables were crowded with food, drinks, and faces glowing with happiness. Children darted between chairs