Fated Tragedy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The words had slipped from me like a wound ripped open—Where’s Doniel?For a moment, the room held its breath. My chest tightened, waiting for someone to scold me, to tell me I shouldn’t care, that I was foolish for even asking. But instead, Alek tilted my chin upward, his touch so gentle it made my heart ache. His eyes, those deep shades that always seemed to carry storms, softened like calm seas.“Michi,” he murmured, his voice steady, careful, full of warmth, “you don’t have to be afraid of him anymore.”I blinked, searching his gaze, and for once I didn’t see the Alpha everyone whispered about—the ruthless, untouchable leader. I saw the man beneath, one who was patient enough to hold me in all my broken pieces.“He’s not free to hurt you,” Alek continued, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Doniel tried to run. He tried to play the wolf who always slips away in the night. But he didn’t make it. He’s in custody again, and this time he’s not getting out. Not while I’m here.

The worst part about not having a wolf is how human I feel in moments like this—fragile, queasy, too exposed. Learning that someone had plotted to have me killed for not giving in… it turned my stomach to acid.I didn’t waste any time. I ran for the bucket, but my body had other plans. I heaved—on the floor, on Alek. The instant I did, he stood so fast his suit jacket left a small cloud of dust in the air; he stepped away, the disgust plain on his face as if I’d broken something precious.Ryan was already moving. He didn’t flinch. He caught me, steadying my shoulders, then pressed a small bottle of antiseptic to my nose to stop the retching. Even in the middle of all this, the fact that he’d stayed close—refusing to let me fall apart alone—made something raw in me ache with gratitude.A cleaning crew arrived and began scrubbing the interrogation room. Ryan guided me to the women’s bathroom, his voice quiet as he tried to ease me back to calm. “Honestly, don’t tell Alek, but I need a b

When I pushed open my bedroom door, Lyra was practically vibrating with happiness on the chair beside my bed. A pizza box sat open on my sheets like some absurd offering to a goddess I no longer felt worthy of worshipping. Grief keeps stretching me thin — sometimes I go numb, sometimes a small thing makes all my feelings flood back at once. Humor and hunger both do that, in different ways.Lyra’s tail—little mechanical tail—waggled as she chirped, “There’s a basket with snacks and a huge soda with a cup and ice on the nightstand. I thought you might be hungry. If you want more, we can get it from the pack kitchen after you finish the pizza.”We ate in a quiet kind of truce. Lyra doesn’t need food, so she watched me instead, making little beeps whenever I took a bite. I didn’t realize I’d eaten the whole pie until my hand hit an empty box and my stomach complained in a loud, apologetic growl. Lyra giggled — the sound felt a little like sunlight.I went to the kitchen to toss the box an

With them gone I still don’t feel safe leaving the room alone. I move toward the small vintage box that holds my jewelry and the pocket knife an old lover once gave me. He knew of Doniel—knew what he was capable of—and had pressed the tiny blade into my hand like a promise. I never thought I’d need it, never thought something so small could make me feel protected, but now my hands shake as I lift the lid. The knife is there, warm with memory.I shouldn’t need this. I shouldn’t have to check if I’m scratched and counting breaths like evidence I survived. The thought that I could have been killed sits in my stomach like ice. Whatever happened tonight was too clean, too practiced. It smells like a trap. But the trap didn’t finish me, and right now I need something to do—something to occupy my head that isn’t pain.I gather my things: laptop, chargers, headphones, notebooks. Practical things that make me feel less small. Before I shove the knife into the corner of my backpack, I slip my h

For hours I had been writing questions, and I had only one demand: don’t ask where they came from. Just know I had them ready for this experience to which just got me ignored.Ryan was watching a supernatural hunting series that sometimes pulled at my attention, but I refused to be lured into the show until I was finished. After a while, my stomach began making noises; at first I thought it was just gas, but then Ryan spoke.“Lunch time. Alek should be here soon.”He moved me aside, and I felt something poke against me from behind. When I turned, I saw him trying to hide his hard-on. In a way, it hurt. He’d found something attractive in the show and then just shifted me aside like a pillow. That shouldn’t have bothered me — but it did.Putting my things away, I realized I was finally done. And yet, the whole moment made me feel cheap, like I didn’t matter. I sat back on the sofa, only to see Alek walk in wearing nothing but his trunks.The sudden change left me feeling bashful. Two me