CLAIMED BY THE MAD ALPHA BROTHERS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ANOKAI
The silence that followed the massacre was almost worse than the chaos. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My lungs burned intensely from holding my breath in for too long. 
No more growls. No more screams. Just the sound of my own breathing, ragged and too loud in my ears, and the distant crackle of fires still burning in the marketplace. Bodies littered the streets, mostly rogues, all of them, their blood pooling between cobblestones. 
And Malachi stood among them, drenched.
He turned toward me slowly, deliberately, and I watched as the pitch-black darkness in his eyes began to recede. The veins beneath his skin pulsed once, twice, then faded like ink dissolving in water. 
Color returned to his eyes, that deep brown I'd seen before, warm and almost human. The color that I was familiar with 
Almost.
He took a step toward me.
I took a step back.
"Don't," I said, raising a hand between us. "Don't you dare come near me looking like that."
He stopped, tilting his head.

ANOKAIMorning light streamed through the window, painting everything in soft gold. I woke to the sound of Rissa humming, a gentle, melodic tune that reminded me of home before everything had gone wrong. Before Ethan. Before Aurelia. Before the cell.I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, my body still aching from yesterday's chaos. The rogue attack felt like a nightmare now, distant and unreal. Except for the bruises on my arms. The scratches on my legs. The memory of Malachi's pitch-black eyes and blood-soaked skin.The memory of his touch on my cheek. His lips hovering over mine. The word "no" that had cost me everything to say."My lady!" Rissa's face brightened when she saw me awake. She rushed over, setting down the tray of food she'd been arranging. "Thank the goddess! I was so worried about you!"Despite everything, I smiled. "I'm fine, Rissa. Are you? Did you make it back safely?""Yes, yes." She waved a hand dismissively, though I could see the relief in her eyes. "The guards

EMIRIEL’S POV“You’re not making sense,” Rowan growled.“The girl has no wolf,” Miasan said simply. “Or her wolf is so deeply dormant it might as well not exist. I examined her thoroughly after the ceremony. There is nothing—no pack link, no supernatural essence, no connection to the moon goddess. She is as ordinary as a human.”“That’s impossible,” Malachi said, finally speaking. “Werewolves can’t be born without wolves. Even the weakest omega has their beast.”“And yet she is.” Miasan spread her hands. “An anomaly. A glitch in nature. Something that should not be, but is.”I moved closer, towering over her seated form. “You said she was our doom or our making. You said she would free us from our hunger or drive us deeper into it. How can she be both if she’s just… ordinary?”“Because you marked her,” Miasan said, her voice taking on an edge. “Because you bonded with her despite having no mate connection. Your curse, the one laid upon you by the moon goddess herself states that you

ANOKAI’S POVTwo men stepped out from the shadows—large, muscular, their faces hard and their eyes empty of anything resembling mercy. They weren’t pack guards. They weren’t anyone I recognized.They were strangers.And they were blocking the only exit.Melissa stopped walking. For a long moment, she just stood there, her back to me, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath.“Melissa?” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “What’s going on?”She turned slowly, and the expression on her face made my blood run cold. Gone was the sweet smile, the false pleasantries. What remained was pure, undiluted hatred.“Did you really think,” she said softly, “that I’d let an opportunity like this pass?”My heart hammered against my ribs. “What are you—”“To get rid of you,” she continued, her voice growing stronger, more passionate. “To remove you from my life, from their lives, from everything.”She took a step toward me, and I took a step back. “The brothers belong to me, Anokai. Me

ANOKAI’S POVConsciousness returned slowly, dragging me up from darkness. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. The after taste in my mouth felt foreign. I felt nauseous. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the soft light filtering through curtains I didn’t recognize.I stared through my half opened eyes trying to recognize where I was. My brain was a little bit foggy. I tried to sit up, and pain lanced through my skull, making me gasp.“Don’t.”The voice came from my left, sharp and commanding. I turned my head very carefully, so carefully and found him.Rowan sat in a chair by the window, his posture rigid, his expression carved from stone. He looked like he’d been there for hours, like he’d been watching me sleep. The thought should have been comforting, someone watching over me, keeping me safe.Instead, it made my skin prickle with unease.Because this was Rowan. The one who’d threatened to kill me twice. The one who looked