Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Amelia’s POVThe guards stepped forward, hands reaching for me. I stumbled back against the healer’s table, my pulse pounding in my ears.“Stop this madness!”The new voice cut through the uproar like a blade.Dr. Merrick burst into the room, coat streaked with blood, eyes blazing. “Has everyone lost their senses?”The guards hesitated mid-step. The elders turned, clearly annoyed.“Merrick,” one snapped, “stay out of this. You have no say in pack justice.”The doctor’s jaw tightened. “No say?” He strode past them, standing between me and the circle of guards. “You’re about to murder the very person who saved your Alpha’s life.”“She brought this disaster upon us!” the eldest elder shot back. “The Alpha lies half-dead because of her! She’s a curse, not a savior.”Dr. Merrick’s eyes flashed. “A curse? You blind fools wouldn’t know a blessing if it bit you.”Gasps rippled through the room, but Merrick didn’t flinch. “That girl,” he said, pointing at me, “isn’t just a wolf. She’s sacred.

Amelia's POV"Ryder, please." My voice cracked. "It's me. You know me."He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn't solve. Then his eyes flashed gold again—just for a second—and he winced, pressing his palm against his temple."My head," he muttered. "Why does my head hurt so much?"Dr. Merrick moved closer, his movements careful. "Alpha, I need you to stay calm. You've been poisoned. We're trying to help you.""Poisoned?" Ryder's laugh was harsh, wrong. "That's ridiculous. I feel fine."But he didn't look fine. His hands were shaking harder now. His eyes kept shifting between brown and gold, like two different people were fighting for control."Where's my wolf?" Ryder asked suddenly, his voice rising with panic. "I can't—I can't feel him. Where is he?"Before anyone could answer, his body convulsed. He doubled over, a scream tearing from his throat. The sound was inhuman, full of agony."The toxin's spreading faster," Merrick said urgently. "We need to sedate him

Ryder’s POVThe shower scalded against my skin, but the heat couldn’t rival the fire devouring me from the inside. Steam rolled thick around me, curling with the scent of Amelia that still clung to the air—a whisper of her shampoo, the sweetness of her skin, the wild pull of mate-bond magic. Every breath of it dragged claws through my restraint.Kieran prowled inside my mind, restless, pacing, his growl a low rumble beneath my heartbeat. The wolf wanted what I wanted—to take her, claim her, unite with her beyond body, beyond blood. The ritual in the clearing had fused our wolves, yes—but this… this would write our names into each other’s essence. A vow older than language. A promise beneath the moon itself.I twisted the tap off. The last drops fell like molten rain. The towel scraped roughly over my skin, grounding me only halfway before the hunger surged again. The bathrobe clung open across my chest, the belt hanging loose. I left it that way. The Alpha wing was silent, too still,

Amelia’s POVThe fireplace crackled, throwing shadows across the rug where Ryder and I sat cross-legged, knees brushing. Outside, a steady hush of snow thickened the woods, muffling the world. The scent of cedar and pine hung in the air, mingling with the herbal smoke of the incense Delilah gave us. We had lit three sticks. One for Lyra. One for Kieran. One for hope.“Ready?” I asked softly.Ryder nodded once, eyes shut, jaw tight.We inhaled together. Held. Exhaled. Again. Again. Delilah’s meditation script played low on the speaker beside us, her voice slow and grounding.“Sink into the bond. Let your wolf rise. Let him see. Let him search.”Ryder's breaths slowed, syncing with mine. I placed my hand over his chest, right where I could feel the rhythmic thump of his heart. Lyra stirred within me—soft-footed, alert. As my vision blurred behind closed eyes, the warmth of Ryder’s hand found mine.Then came the shift.Not of body. Of mind.It was always subtle at first: a lightening beh

Amelia’s POVThe house was buzzing.Not the kind of stress-buzzing that came with rogue attacks or pack meetings, but the happy kind. Music bounced off the walls. People laughed in the backyard, wrapped in scarves and gloves, holding little mugs of spiced cider. Fairy lights lined the trees, making everything look soft and magical.Ryder had surprised me that morning with the idea.“One last celebration before we officially become ‘boring married people,’” he’d said with a wink.I smacked him with a pillow.But I loved the idea, so we went all in.It wasn’t huge—just the people closest to us. Lucas brought the pack warriors, who immediately started a snowball war in the side yard. Delilah’s apprentices made sugar-dusted pastries shaped like wolves. Callum, as usual, set something on fire—this time a decorative candle stand—but swore it wasn’t his fault.It was warm and bright and safe. The kind of night where you forgot how close things had come to falling apart.And Ryder… god, Ryder