Meet my Overprotective Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

​The Moon Festival was supposed to be the happiest night of the year for the Ashwood Pack, but for Elara, it was a living nightmare. While the scent of roasted meat and pine needles filled the air, and laughter echoed through the village square, Elara stood in the shadows of the banquet hall, her hands trembling as she polished silver platters.​At twenty years old, she was the pack’s "broken" Omega. In a world where strength was everything, Elara had no visible power. Her wolf had never roared; it had never even whispered. To her adoptive parents, she was a burden. To the pack, she was a servant.​But tonight, she had held onto one small, flickering flame of hope: Valerius.​Valerius was the future Alpha of Ashwood, a man with hair like midnight and eyes that burned like amber. He was her fated mate. She had felt the pull the moment she turned eighteen, the invisible thread that tied her soul to his. She believed th

The Citadel was unlike anything Elara had ever imagined. Built into the side of a jagged sea cliff, the fortress was a marvel of glass, steel, and ancient stone. As the sun began to rise over the ocean, the building seemed to glow like a diamond.​Inside, Elara was swept into a world of quiet luxury. While her brothers retreated to a war room to discuss "security," she was handed over to a team of kind-eyed women who treated her with a reverence that made her want to hide.​"Please, you don't have to do all this," Elara whispered as she was led into a bathroom the size of a small house. The tub was carved from a single piece of black marble, filled with steaming water that smelled of jasmine and honey.​"Nonsense, Lady Elara," a woman named Martha said gently. She was a middle-aged wolf with a motherly scent. "You are a Thorne. You’ve been away from your throne for far too long. Today, we wash away the Ashwood dust."

​The air in the Chamber of Ancestors was still humming with the remnants of the Full Moon ritual. As the silver glow around Elara slowly dimmed, she felt a strange, new weight in her soul, a warmth that meant she was no longer alone. Her wolf was there, curled up in the back of her mind like a sleeping guardian. ​"The moon has blessed you," Orion whispered, his eyes soft with relief. ​Ryker stepped forward, his expression proud but stern. "You’ve done well, Elara. But the power you just took is a lot for a body to carry. Go to your quarters. Rest. Tomorrow, we finish what was started fifteen years ago." ​Elara nodded, her legs feeling a bit like jelly. The brothers escorted her back to her wing of the Citadel, their presence a silent, formidable wall around her. ​Once she reached her room, the heavy oak doors clicked shut, leaving her in the luxurious silence of her suite. The moonlight streamed th

​The interior of the Obsidian SUV was a silent sanctuary of black leather and the scent of expensive sandalwood. Outside, the smoke from the Ashwood servants' wing rose into the sky, a signal fire marking the end of Elara’s life as a victim. ​Beside her, little Mina had curled into a ball, finally asleep after years of terror. Elara looked down at her own hands. They were trembling, but not from fear. A strange, golden heat was pulsing through her veins, making her skin feel tight, as if she were outgrowing her own body. ​"It’s time, isn't it?" Ryker’s voice was low, vibrating with a pride he didn't try to hide. ​"I feel... like I'm made of liquid fire," Elara whispered. ​"The Star-Eater wolf has been suppressed for too long," Orion said from the front seat, his eyes watching the moon through the sunroof. "Your body can't contain her power in human form anymore. We’re almost at the Northern Grove."

​The Gala was only forty-eight hours away, but Elara didn't want to talk about dresses or diamonds. That morning, she stood in the center of the Citadel’s massive, reinforced training courtyard. The floor was made of padded obsidian sand, and the walls were lined with silver-edged weapons.​"Again," Ryker commanded, his voice echoing off the stone.​Elara panted, wiping sweat from her forehead. She was wearing black tactical leggings and a sports top, her hair tied back in a fierce braid. Across from her, Finn was bouncing on the balls of his feet, a playful but dangerous smirk on his face.​"You’re too stiff, Princess," Finn teased. "You’re fighting like a human. You have the Star-Eater inside you now. Use her senses. Stop watching my fists and start watching the air around my fists."​Finn lunged. Usually, Elara would have flinched. But today, something clicked. The world slowed down. She saw the ripple in Finn’s shoulde