The Mad Alpha’s Virgin Cure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LYRA I woke up before dawn because someone was shouting outside my door again. It wasn’t loud enough to be a fight, but it was sharp, angry, and it dragged me out of sleep like a hand around my throat. I sat up on the bed, my heart already racing, listening. Boots moved past my door, then stopped. Keys rattled. For a second I thought they were about to lock me in again, but the steps moved on.I rubbed my face and stood up. My body still ached from training, my arm sore where I’d taken a hit the day before. Sinclair hadn’t said anything about it, but I knew he’d seen. He always saw more than he let on.When I opened the door, two guards straightened. New ones. Not the usual faces.“Morning,” one of them said, stiff.“Why are you here,” I asked.“Orders,” the other replied. “We're going to stay with you.”I laughed without humor. “Does he think I’ll run or that I’ll get killed first?”Neither answered.I walked past them anyway, heading toward the wash room. Inside, the water was alre

LYRAI woke up to the sun sliding through the curtains. My body ached from training again, but the dull pain felt better than the tension in my chest. I knew Sinclair was already up; the way he moved through the halls, checking everything, was constant. I dressed quickly and went to the dining hall, but the moment I stepped outside my room, I felt it…the eyes. Wolves everywhere watching, whispering, and I could smell Ash somewhere nearby, silent, but present.I took a deep breath. This pack wanted to see me fail. They wanted to test how far they could push me. I didn’t let them see my fear.By the time I reached the dining hall, Sinclair was already there, his presence filling the space. Guards flanked him, his posture sharp and deliberate. He noticed me and gave a small nod. Not a word, just acknowledgment. That was enough.“Morning,” I muttered.“Eat first,” he said. “We’ll talk after.”I nodded and grabbed some food, ignoring the stares. Halfway through, a younger wolf dropped his

LYRAThe morning was quiet, almost too quiet. I didn’t trust it because I knew Ash had been plotting in the background. She was always patient, always watching, and silence from her meant something. I dressed quickly, keeping my movements deliberate so the guards could see, but not too much. I didn’t want her to know what I really planned.I walked into the courtyard. Sinclair was already there, his posture sharp, eyes scanning. He noticed me immediately and gave a small nod. I nodded back, though my stomach was twisting.“You trained well yesterday,” he said.“I did what I had to,” I replied.“Good,” he said, voice low. “Because things are going to get harder.”I didn’t flinch. “I can handle it.”“You’ll see,” he said.The younger wolves were already gathering, whispering among themselves. Some watched me like I was curious. Others looked worried, almost afraid. I caught one of them staring too long and raised an eyebrow. He looked away fast, that’s how it had to be.Ash appeared fro

LYRAI crept along the edge of the trees, my heart thudding in my chest. The pack hall loomed ahead, shadows spilling from the torchlight by the doors. I knew Ash was inside, talking with some of the others. I didn’t know what he was planning, but my instincts screamed that it was dangerous. I had to know.Pressing myself against the rough bark of a tree, I leaned closer to the open window. Voices carried through the night air, low but sharp.“…we move at first light,” Ash was saying. His voice was calm, almost cold, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “We hit them before they even know what’s coming. No mistakes.”A snicker came from someone else. “You sure the pack won’t fight back? They’ve got the Alphas on their side.”Ash’s voice hardened. “They won’t see it coming. By the time they realize, it’ll be too late. This pack is soft they won’t stand against us.”My stomach dropped. He was talking about attacking us. My pack. My family.I crouched lower, trying to stay out of sight,

LYRA The hall was quiet, but my stomach wouldn’t stop twisting. Sinclair had been busy all night, moving the pack, checking patrols, barking orders. I could see the tension in every face. Everyone was on edge, waiting for something that hadn’t come yet. I slipped out of the main hall, careful to stay in the shadows. I needed to check something…something I had a feeling about. Ash had been sneaky before, and I couldn’t just wait around. My gut told me he was moving closer to whatever he was planning. I crouched behind the stack of firewood near the east side of the hall. That’s when I saw him. Ash. Quiet, careful, moving like a shadow himself. He didn’t notice me. My pulse jumped, but I stayed low. He wasn’t alone. Two of the younger wolves I didn’t recognize well flanked him. They whispered to each other, glancing around nervously. Ash held a small piece of paper in his hand. He was reading from it, muttering under his breath. “…north gate, first shift… wait until the patrol