His Rejected Mate: Her Cold Hearted Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

*Demarion's point of view*Like I was in some kind of weird flashback, I saw myself standing by the tall window at the edge of the reception hall, staring into the darkness where Adele had vanished. The forest stretched beyond the property like an open mouth, swallowing her whole. I kept expecting to see her silhouette returning through the trees. A flash of white dress or a stubborn stride.But there was nothing.Serena’s laughter drifted from behind me as she entertained guests, pretending everything was normal. That gave me an opening. I could have slipped out quietly, followed Adele, brought her back.But I did not move. Instead I could sense that the enemy was here.I could feel it like a pressure change in the air. A presence watching, waiting for the right time to strike.And then it happened. A waiter approached with an envelope. A beige, anonymous, familiar envelope.My stomach tightened.I had seen this exact paper before. The day I learned Adele was my mate. The days that h

*Demarion's point of view* I lay perfectly still on the cold dungeon floor, blood pooling beneath me, soaking into the cracks of the stone like a dark reminder of everything that had gone wrong. Every breath I drew felt thick, metallic, heavy in my lungs. My ribs protested with each inhale, and the wolfsbane embedded in the cuffs around my wrists burned like acid beneath my skin.But I did not heal.Not fully.I forced my wolf to remain dormant, to conserve his strength. He stirred beneath the surface, restless, furious, aching to mend the torn flesh and fractured bone. Yet I held him back. Healing recklessly would drain him. And when the real battle came, which I knew would come, I would need him at full power.Pain was temporary.War was not.I did not know who the masked coward was. One thing was certain. The man behind the mask was angry.I sifted through the names of every Alpha I had overthrown, every rogue leader I had crushed, every enemy whose pride I had shattered. None fit

*Adele's point of view*“In bocca al lupo (Good luck) tonight, Aurora. See you Monday,” I called out with a warm smile as I stepped out of the clinic and into the golden Italian evening.Two years.It had been over two years since I left America behind and landed in Italy with nothing but a suitcase, a broken heart, and a desperate need to disappear.And somehow… I had built a life.The family-owned clinic had welcomed me almost instantly. The moment I signed up to work as a nurse, they treated me as if I had always belonged there. It had felt unreal at first, to be embraced without questions, without judgment, or without whispers.Italy had not even been part of the original plan.France had been.But when I stepped off that plane and into the open air of Rome, everything changed. The warm breeze had carried the scent of fresh bread, espresso, and something sweet I could never quite name. The buildings glowed in soft amber tones. The cobblestone streets felt alive beneath my shoes.T

*Adele's point of view*I stood there, completely still, my mind still struggling to process what I had just heard. The word hung in the air between us like something fragile and dangerous.Luna.It felt foreign in my ears.Slowly, I turned back to face James.“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.“Please…” he breathed, sitting up straighter. “Come back with me, Luna. You have to save the pack.”His eyes were pleading now. Not demanding, not joking but pleading, desperately pleading. And James never desperately pleaded. Not unless it was serious.He had never called me Luna before either. Not once. In fact, no one had ever addressed me that way. Not even Demarion. What the hell had happened?“Save the pack from what?” I asked carefully, forcing myself to stay calm.James dragged a hand down his face before answering.“We were ambushed,” he said. “The day you ran away. Everyone was drugged. When we woke up, we were in chains. The warriors and the Alpha are

*Adele's point of view*I slammed my bedroom door shut hard enough to rattle the frame, then marched straight to my bed and dropped onto it for exactly three seconds.Then I shot back up.My mind would not let me sit still. I started pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. My thoughts were colliding into each other like speeding cars with no traffic control.Why didn’t he tell me?I could have helped.Was that why he stayed away?Was that why he kept switching between ice and fire? Was that why he looked at me like he wanted to devour me one second and despised me the next?Why? Who was behind it? How long had it been going on?Everything was trying to assemble itself at once. All the momemts I could remember, the encounters, words he had said, words he could have said but hadn’t said.Every look, every touch, every time he pulled back just when I thought he would step forward.It was all pieces. Pieces of one massive puzzle.I pressed my fingers to my temples and squeezed my eyes shu