The Alpha's Forbidden Flame のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lyra didn’t remember the walk to the waterfall. One moment she was in Stormfall territory, the bond pulsing with Kaelan’s fading adrenaline, and the next she was standing at the edge of the clearing, breathless, heart pounding, the roar of the falls drowning out everything else. She knew she shouldn’t be here; she should be going to see her father as he requested. But she couldn’t; she needed to see him. She needed to make sure he was ok.The air was cold, mist curling around her ankles.Lyra pressed a hand to her chest, trying to calm herself. The bond pulsed softly beneath her ribs. Kaelan was no longer fighting, and his emotions had settled into something calmer, though still edged with exhaustion and lingering tension.Lyra exhaled shakily. “Kaelan…?”She didn’t need to call louder.He stepped out of the tree line, his hair was damp, his breathing uneven. He looked exhausted; he was bruised and had scrapes all over his skin. His eyes locked onto hers instantly, relief flooding his

Lyra stood between her father and Kaelan, her pulse hammering, her lungs tight.Her father’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“It’s him, isn’t it?”Lyra’s breath caught. She felt Kaelan’s emotions brush her mind.She swallowed hard. “Father… please. Let’s talk.”“Answer me,” he growled. “Is. It. Him?”Kaelan shifted back. His black wolf dissolved into a man, bare‑chested, bruised, breathing hard, but steady. His eyes never left Alpha Thorne as he took a step forward. He didn’t speak. He simply stood there silently… waiting.“Lyra,” Her father said, his voice cracking, “tell me the truth.”Lyra’s throat tightened. She felt Talia’s gaze burning into her.She took a breath that didn’t feel like it reached her lungs. “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s him.”Her father staggered back as if she’d struck him.Talia’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Lyra… what’s him?”Kaelan closed his eyes briefly. The secret was out.Her father's voice broke. “You… you chose him, what, to spite me?”Lyra s

Moments ago, the clearing had been a battlefield, alive with snarls and blood and the frantic rhythm of survival. Now the silence pressed in from all sides, heavy and unnatural. The rogues lay scattered across the ground, their bodies already cooling, their twisted forms a stark reminder of how close they had all come to losing everything.Lyra stood in the centre of it all, her breath still uneven, her hands trembling despite her attempts to steady them. The Soul-bond pulsed beneath her ribs as it was knitting Kaelan’s wounds faster than nature ever intended. She could feel the bond working, feel the way his pain eased and his strength returned, feel the way his heartbeat steadied in response to hers. He was healing.But none of that eased the tension coiling in her stomach.Her father stood several paces away, his eyes fixed on her and Kaelan with a mixture of shock, fury, and something far more fragile, fear. It wasn’t the fear of a man afraid for his life. It was the fear of a fa

The first morning of the alliance felt nothing like peace.Stormfall’s eastern training grounds stretched wide beneath a pale, uncertain sky, the grass still wet with dawn and the air carrying the faint chill of a night not fully gone. Wolves from both packs gathered in uneven clusters, their stances stiff, their eyes sharp, their bodies angled as though ready to spring at the slightest provocation. Stormfall warriors stood with arms crossed and shoulders squared, jaws tight with suspicion. Bloodpine wolves mirrored them almost perfectly, equally guarded, equally tense, equally ready to snap.Lyra felt the tension like static on her skin, prickling along her arms and settling in her chest. It was the kind of tension that made the air feel too thin, the kind that made every breath feel like a risk.Kaelan stood beside her, posture steady, expression unreadable, but the bond pulsed beneath her ribs, warm and alert, telling her everything she needed to know. He felt it too. The distrust.

Lyra felt the vision before she saw it.It hit her like a cold hand closing around her spine; it was sudden and sharp. One moment she was walking through Stormfall’s camp, weaving between training pairs and patrols, trying to keep the fragile alliance from cracking. The next, the world tilted beneath her feet.Her breath caught.Her vision blurred.The ground seemed to pulse.A warm hand closed around her arm.“Lyra?” Kaelan’s voice was edged with concern. He stepped closer, his presence grounding her. “You’re pale. What’s wrong?”She blinked hard, forcing her thoughts into something resembling calm. “Nothing. I’m just… tired.”Kaelan didn’t look convinced. His thumb brushed her arm, gentle but insistent. “You’re shaking.”“I’m fine,” she lied, pulling in a slow breath. “Really.”He studied her for a long moment, worry tightening his jaw, but he didn’t push. “I’m right here,” he murmured. “Whatever it is.”She swallowed. “I know.”But she didn’t tell him the truth.Because something c