The Mad Alpha’s Virgin Cure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

SINCLAIRThe knock had already put me on edge. By the time I opened the door, my instincts were fully awake again. One of my guards stood outside, stiff and alert, like he knew whatever he was about to say mattered.“Alpha,” he said quietly.I stepped out and closed the door behind me, not wanting Lyra to hear this part yet. “Report.”“We sighted Ash,” he said. “She was with Drake not far from the mansion, she was driving but his car was tailing her from behind.”The words hit harder than I expected. Not because I didn’t know it was possible, but because hearing her name out loud always did something to me. She had told me she wanted to take some time off, to a different environment but apparently, she had been with him all along. I closed my eyes for a bit as the feeling of betrayal washed over me again.“How long ago?” I asked.“Less than an hour. They didn’t cross the pack, but they weren’t hiding either.”That part bothered me more. Ash never did anything by accident and if she wa

SINCLAIRI saw Ash before she said anything. She stepped out of the car like she owned the ground beneath her feet, calm, sure and already prepared for whatever reaction she expected from me. Drake stayed a few steps behind her, hands in his pockets, watching everything like this was entertainment.I moved forward alone. Lyra stayed where she was, just behind my shoulder. I felt her presence clearly through the bond. It was steady and aware.“Ash,” I said.“Hey honey,” she replied, her mouth lifting in a small smile. “I was just returning to the mansion when I met Drake”“Not long enough for surprises like this,” I said. “You crossed the boundary, but you know we don’t take that road except on rare occasions."“Barely,” she said. “And not by accident, I just wanted someone to talk to.”“You could have asked,” I replied.She laughed softly. “You know it wouldn’t have worked the same way.”Drake shifted behind her. “Always straight to business with you, Alpha.”“This doesn’t concern you

LYRAThe first sign that something was wrong wasn’t the alarm or the guards, it was the bond.It tightened suddenly, sharp and unnatural, like someone had pulled a wire too fast. I stopped walking in the hallway and pressed my palm against the wall to steady myself. Sinclair felt it too. I knew because the bond flared again, hotter this time, edged with anger and something darker.“Lyra,” he said through the bond. “Stay where you are.”That alone told me this wasn’t routine. I ignored him and kept moving.By the time I reached the lower wing, the house was already shifting into alert mode. Footsteps grew louder even as voices carried through the halls. Guards moved fast with their weapons drawn and their faces tense. Whatever was happening wasn’t outside, it was already inside the house.Sinclair came into view near the strategy room, speaking low and sharp to two of his men. His posture was rigid but controlled, but I could feel the strain underneath it. The curse was active and it w

LYRA The first thing I realized when I woke up was that the curse did not believe in personal space. It wasn’t loud or violent. It was… there. Like someone sitting cross-legged in the back of my mind, elbows on knees, chin in hands, staring at everything I thought like it had all the time in the world. I opened my eyes slowly, wondering why everything felt very strange in a way and I hated to think there was more to all of this than meets the eye. Sinclair was sitting in the chair across the room, arms crossed, head tipped forward slightly like he’d been there all night. Which, judging by the faint shadows under his eyes, he had. I smiled just as he noticed instantly, of course he did. He straightened, eyes locking onto mine like I’d just set off an alarm. “You’re awake,” he said. “Congratulations,” I replied. “You passed the staring contest.” He exhaled, crossing the room in three long steps. “How do you feel?” I took a second to check in with myself. “Hungry and tired and sl

LYRAThere are some memories you don’t think about until something inside you gets quiet enough to listen. The curse had gone still after the training hall. Not gone…just settled. Like it was waiting, I could feel it tucked behind my thoughts, attentive in a way that made my skin prickle but the silence gave space for other things to surface.Uninvited things.We ended up in Sinclair’s office because apparently if I existed in a room with fewer exits, everyone relaxed a little. He claimed it was a coincidence, I claimed he was a liar with good posture.I perched on the edge of his desk while he went over reports I wasn’t reading. The room smelled faintly of ink and old paper and him. That grounded me more than I wanted to admit.“You’re frowning,” he said without looking up.“I’m not.” I said, countering what he said.“You are.” he insisted, staring at me like I had suddenly grown two heads.“I’m thinking.”“That’s usually worse.”I smiled faintly, then sighed. “Can I tell you somethi