Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

LUCIENThe council chamber was warm, too warm for the hour, heavy with the smell of parchment, ink, and restrained tempers.Maps lay spread across the obsidian table before me, marked with routes and counters that traced the borders of Valtherion like veins beneath skin.My generals argued quietly at the far end, their voices measured, careful, as though any rise in volume might fracture the fragile calm we had managed to restore after the poisoning.I should have been listening more closely. I usually did… Instead, my attention slipped— not all at once, but in the way a blade slowly turns in the hand, cutting only after you’ve already tightened your grip.The sensation began in my chest, a subtle pressure that made me inhale more deeply than necessary, as though the air had thickened without warning.For a brief moment, I thought it was fatigue, the lingering aftereffect of poison still clawing at my nerves, but the thought did not settle.Something faint stirred within my heart, affe

EVELARAPain was the first thing that found me.It spread through my body in heavy, pulsing waves, as if every nerve had been soaked in something corrosive and left to rot.My head throbbed in a dull, persistent way, the kind that didn’t fade when you tried to breathe through it.I tried to move, but I couldn't move. Ache was all over. My limbs felt distant, disconnected, like they belonged to someone else entirely.I tried to move again, and this time, I felt them— cold encircling my wrists. Chains! Chains made of pure silver and Wolfsbane.Panic rose instantly, sharp and instinctive, but my body refused to respond. Even my fingers wouldn’t twitch.My chest tightened as I struggled to draw a proper breath, the air scraping down my throat in shallow pulls.The place smelled like old piss, and blood.It clogged my senses so violently that my stomach twisted, bile burning at the back of my throat. I gagged, the sound raw and humiliating, but even that felt muted, as though I were submerg

ELOWEN“Yes, Alexander. My son.” She confessed.So— it was her. Alexander was her son. Her blood. And they hid it from me.“And then,” Lauren continued, her voice sharpening, “the universe decided to mock me. You appeared.”I stiffened.“You were his fated mate,” she said, spitting the words as though they were some disgusted dirt.“The perfect solution. A disposable Luna. Someone they could parade in front of tradition while waiting out the bond.”“That’s not true.” My breath came shallow.“Oh, but it is,” she hissed. “Once an Alpha binds to his fated mate, divorces her, or loses the bond, he’s free. Free to marry whomever he chooses. That was the plan.”My heart hammered violently.Lauren stepped closer. “Ask yourself this, Evelara. Why did they push you into that marriage so fast? Why did no one ever fight for you when it ended? Why were you discarded so cleanly?”The silence screamed.My laugh broke out suddenly— sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “He never was mine,” I said,

LUCIENI knew something was wrong long before the warehouse came into view.The seer’s words had lodged themselves in my chest like splinters I couldn’t pull out.Someone close. Someone jealous... And only one name lingered in my head— Lauren Crowhurst.I immediately had my men track her. And that led here, to this place.A warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, half-forgotten, half-rotting, its windows blacked out, its walls soaked with the stink of rust and old oil and secrets people thought were buried.I came with Leo, Eric, and only the guards I trusted with my life. No palace insignia. No banners. No witnesses. My instincts screamed that whatever waited inside was not meant for a crowd…The doors were locked. They didn’t stay that way for long.The moment the steel groaned open, the world tilted…I stopped, no, froze and so did others.The first thing I saw was blood.Lauren was on the concrete floor, pinned beneath a massive dark wolf whose size defied reason.Not jus

EVELARAI woke up to warmth.Not the artificial warmth of hospital blankets or machines humming quietly in the background, but something alive— something breathing, clinging to me softly.A small weight was pressed against my side, curved perfectly into me as if my body had been shaped to hold it.At first, I didn’t move. I was afraid to. My body still remembered pain, still carried the echo of being torn open from the inside, and I wasn’t ready to face reality yet.Then a tiny arm tightened around my waist. And the soothing, familiar scent grounded me.My eyes fluttered open and immediately I saw him…Eryx. My little tyrant.He was curled against me, his knees drawn up, his head tucked beneath my chin. One of his hands clutched the fabric of my hospital gown like an anchor, fingers curled so tightly the knuckles had gone pale.His breathing was soft but uneven, as if even in sleep he was afraid to let go.My heart melted so completely it hurt.“Oh…” I whispered, barely making a sound.