The Mad Alpha’s Virgin Cure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

SINCLAIRThe door clicked shut behind us, and only then did I let myself breathe. Lyra stood near the edge of the room, arms folded, watching me like she wasn’t sure if I was about to disappear or explode. The light was low, soft enough to hide how tightly I was holding myself together.I shouldn’t have brought her there, now Drake and the other Alpha’s knew I had an Eserai with me. They could smell her blood from a mile away and even if they didn’t say it in words, they knew what she was, her kind.That thought came late, useless, already buried under everything else pressing at me. The smell of her was everywhere now. It wasn’t the perfume or the soap. It was her and it was warm, alive and steady. It hit harder indoors, with nowhere for it to go.I turned away before she could notice the shift in me. Staring at her, in that black sexy dress she wore did wonders to me. I just wanted to claim her, to have her for myself but I knew that wouldn’t be possible seeing that the curse, my c

SINCLAIRI froze when Drake’s voice cut through the door. My wolf surged forward instantly, his claws raised, rage and panic slamming together in my chest. Chaos wanted blood, answers and control. I wanted distance, time and silence.Lyra stood in front of me, eyes wide, hand trembling slightly at her side. Whatever had happened when she touched the cup had changed the room, the air and her. I could feel it humming inside her like a live wire.“Stay behind me,” I said, low and firm.She didn’t move, not like this and I knew there was nothing else I could do to solve what was on ground.The knock came again, harder this time. “Sinclair,” Drake called. “Open the door, we know she’s in there.”My jaw tightened, of course they did. The shift in energy would have carried straight through the halls. Alpha senses were never subtle.I stepped closer to Lyra without touching her. Every instinct screamed to shield and to claim, to end the threat before it crossed the line. Chaos agreed with tha

SINCLAIRI felt it snap before anyone else did. Not break clean, not end, but twist the wrong way, like something forced past its limit. The bond surged hard, flared bright, then buckled inside my chest with sharp pain. Chaos reacted instantly, not with rage, but with warning. That alone told me everything.“No,” I said, but my voice barely carried in the room.The circle around Lyra burned brighter, the symbols cutting sharper into the floor and the air itself. She stood at the center, too still, her eyes unfocused, breath shallow. Whatever the ritual wanted from her, it was taking it fast, too fast.The bond pulled at me violently, demanding balance, demanding submission. I felt my strength drain as something ancient tried to force itself into place. This wasn’t binding Chaos, this was tearing us apart piece by piece.“She can’t hold it,” I snapped, turning on Drake. “You’re pushing her too far.”Drake’s jaw tightened. “The bond will stabilize.”“It’s destabilizing,” I shot back. “Y

LYRAI woke to movement and quiet voices. Sinclair was on the phone near the window, his back to me, shoulders tight. I stayed still, listening without meaning to. He spoke in short sentences, calm but sharp, the way he did when work pulled at him.When he ended the call, he turned and caught my eyes. “Did I wake you?”“No,” I said. “I was already up.”He came closer and sat across from me. The couch dipped and the space between us felt charged again, like it had been all night. My body reacted before my mind did, warmth spreading low and fast. I hated how easy it was.“I have to travel,” he said. “For work and it's going to be for a week.”“Oh.” The word came out flatter than I meant. My chest tightened even as I realized that a week feels too long right now.“You’re coming with me.”I blinked. “What?”“I don’t trust leaving you here,” he said. “Not after last night, not with them knowing.”I should have argued. Instead, relief hit me first. Then fear. “Where?”“Out of the city. It's

LYRA The moment Sinclair stepped in front of me, everything else faded. The dark, the noise outside, the fear pressing at my chest. All of it dropped back because he was there, solid and steady, blocking whatever was coming for us. His hand was still on my hip, firm, grounding, like he was reminding me that I wasn’t alone. I stayed close behind him like he told me to, but my body didn’t want distance. It wanted contact. I could feel the bond pulling tight, buzzing through me, making my skin feel too sensitive. My hand stayed on his arm without thinking. I knew I should let go, but I couldn’t. “Lyra,” he said quietly, without turning. “Breathe.” I realized I had been holding my breath. I let it out slowly, pressing my forehead lightly against his back. He stiffened for half a second, then relaxed just enough to let me stay there. The sound outside moved again. Slow. Careful. Like it knew we were listening. Fear slid through me, sharp and cold, but it didn’t drown out the heat. T