My Fated Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, the white dress clinging to my curves like it was meant to be a promise of forever. The fabric was soft against my skin, silky and cool, but my stomach twisted with this nagging doubt that I couldn't shake. Damien had been so distant lately. His texts were short and cold, like "Busy at work" or "See you later." But tonight was our engagement party. It had to fix everything, right? We'd announce it to everyone, make it official, and that spark we had at the beginning would come roaring back. I smoothed down the skirt, feeling the hem brush my thighs, and took a deep breath. The air in my bedroom smelled like vanilla from the candle Jessica had lit earlier, trying to "set the mood" for getting ready.Jessica bounced into the room, her curly hair flying everywhere, holding two shot glasses filled with something clear and probably way too strong. "Elena, oh my god, you look smoking hot! That dress is gonna make Damien drop to his knees.

**Chapter 3: The First Betrayal**The air in the bar turned thick, like right before a storm breaks.Damien’s voice cracked across the room like a whip. “Elena, I said get away from him!”I couldn’t move. My whole body was pinned under the stranger’s stare, those golden eyes burning straight through me. The way he said mine, like it was already decided, like the universe had signed the papers, sent heat racing over my skin even while my heart was still in pieces on the floor.Jessica grabbed my wrist under the table. “Elena, who is this guy?”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.The stranger finally turned his head, slow and lazy, like Damien was barely worth the effort. “Problem, pup?” His voice was calm, but something dangerous coiled underneath it. The whole bar went quieter; even the jukebox seemed to drop a notch.Damien’s jaw flexed. His fists clenched at his sides. I’d seen that look before, on the lacrosse field when someone checked him too hard, right before he lost it. B

**Chapter 5: The Setup**Victor’s bike tore through the mountain roads like it was chasing the moon itself. Wind whipped my hair into knots and stung my cheeks, but I didn’t care. I clung to his waist, my front pressed tight against the solid wall of his back, and for the first time in weeks I could breathe without feeling like I was drowning.He didn’t tell me where we were going. I didn’t ask.After maybe twenty minutes the engine slowed. We turned onto a narrow gravel drive that climbed higher into the pines. The air smelled sharp and clean, sap and cold earth and something wild that made my skin prickle again. The bike rolled to a stop in front of a huge timber lodge tucked against the hillside, windows glowing warm gold against the dark.Victor cut the engine. Silence rushed in, broken only by crickets and the soft creak of trees.He swung off the bike and held out a hand. I took it without thinking. His fingers closed around mine, warm and steady, and that electric thread betwee

Chapter 7: Bullying and Isolation**I woke up to the sound of machines beeping and the smell of antiseptic burning my nose.My body felt wrong, heavy, empty, aching. A dull throb between my legs reminded me why before my eyes even opened.The baby.I jerked upright, panic clawing up my throat. Tubes tugged at my arm, monitors screamed. Hands pushed me gently back down.“Easy, Elena. Breathe.” Mara’s voice, soft but firm. She was sitting beside the bed in a plastic hospital chair, silver hair messy like she’d slept there.Victor stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were white. His eyes were bloodshot, jaw covered in days of stubble. He looked like he’d been carved from rage and grief.I couldn’t look at him yet. I looked at Mara instead.“Tell me,” I whispered. My voice cracked like dry leaves.She took my hand. “You lost a lot of blood. The placenta tore away from the impact. They couldn’t…” Her fingers tightened. “They couldn’t stop it in time. I’m so sorr

Chapter 9: Rock BottomThe fallout hit like a bomb.By sunrise, every news outlet in the state was running the story. “College Lacrosse Star and Influencer Implicated in Fatal Hit-and-Run Cover-Up.” The human police had the dash-cam footage Victor’s pack had anonymously sent. The supernatural Council had the rest, the texts, the payments, the recorded confession from one of Damien’s own betas who’d flipped the second the enforcers showed up.Damien was arrested before noon. Lisa tried to run; they caught her at the airport with a one-way ticket to the Caymans and fifty grand in cash stuffed in her bra.Silver Ridge pack went into chaos. The alpha, Damien’s father, tried to stonewall the Council. Victor made one phone call, and every account tied to Silver Ridge Holdings was frozen by noon the next day. Stock prices tanked. Sponsors pulled out. The lacrosse program got suspended pending investigation.I watched it all from the lodge, curled on the couch with a blanket and a mug of