The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 35

Cassandra’s POVSomeone knocked on my door.I dragged myself up with my crutches, muttering under my breath about whoever dared disturb my lazy morning. But when I pulled it open, an excited scream ripped out of me.“Jessa! What are you doing here?”I nearly toppled over from the force of hugging her, crutches and all, but I didn’t care. She was hereShe laughed, kissing my cheek before stepping back. “Oh my God, I missed you! I couldn't sleep all night when Ryan said he had to come back and this morning he asked why I hadn't gotten my bags ready either. Do you know how hard that was, packing up all my essentials? We got here later than he wanted. I think he hates me.”I laughed through the tears stinging my eyes. “No, he doesn’t. He’s just… Ryan. But I missed you too. So much.”We clung to each other for a moment longer, then she plopped onto my bed like she owned the place. “Okay, spill. You sound way too dramatic on the phone these days. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing much is

Cassandra’s POVThe hall was suffocating.Every stare was sharp, every whisper like a knife against my skin. I sat as straight as I could on the chair they’d given me, my crutches leaning against its side, my hands locked together to hide their tremble.One of the elders, a tall man with a harsh jawline, took a step forward, his gaze dropping deliberately to my leg. His lip curled.“Tell me, girl,” he began, his voice loud enough to echo across the hall, “if a mere bruise takes you weeks to heal… how will you ever protect this pack as Luna?”A ripple of murmurs followed his words, sharp, cruel.Heat burned in my cheeks, shame wrapping around me like chains.Another elder, an older woman with thin lips, tilted her head. “Humans are fragile. A child could topple her, and she would fall. We saw it in the kitchen.”The words stung more because they were true. My palms still carried the sting of that fall.Laughter trickled in from the sides of the hall.My throat tightened. I wanted to de

Sebastian’s POVThe sound of her voice still lingered in my head, stubborn as hell as she stood on that field with a brace on her leg and children clinging to her like ducklings. And gods help me, she had won. Nothing could compare to the immense joy I felt at that moment when I saw that the children had trusted her enough to stay with her till the end.But now, pacing the edge of the tents, I was seething with anger.Can't she see that she's putting herself in a lot of danger if she doesn't back out now? Nothing would change, she would still be my mate so there's really no need for all of this.She had no idea what she was doing to herself.I shoved open the flap of her tent without warning.She startled, clutching at the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The little basin of water in front of her steamed faintly, herbs floating in it. She had her brace half-peeled down, exposing her leg.Dark and ugly bruises marred her skin, blooming across her thigh. One especially large one pu