Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

EVELARAI woke up as if dragged out of fire.My body jerked violently, breath tearing from my lungs as though I had been drowning for years and only now surfaced. Every nerve screamed. My heart slammed against my ribs, wild and erratic, and the taste of iron coated my tongue.Light burned my eyes.Shapes hovered above me—blurred, distorted—until my vision finally sharpened enough for one thing, one devastating thing, to come into focus.Storm-gray eyes.They stared down at me, wide, alert, startled.For a split second, my mind refused to place them. Refused to recognize anything except the memory that still clawed at my bones, the blood-soaked halls, the echo of laughter dripping with cruelty, the face that had haunted my nightmares since childhood.Vladimir Virek.Rage exploded through me so violently it drowned out reason.“You lived too long,” I snarled, the words tearing from somewhere ancient and broken inside me. “Not anymore.”I moved before thought could catch up.My body surge

LUCIENThe moment I stepped into the border clearing, I knew something was wrong.Not because of the bodies—I had seen enough death to recognize it instantly— but because of how those bodies lay. Rogues were meant to be chaotic. Sloppy. When they were killed, they tore and mangled and left rage written into flesh. These rogues did not look like that.They were dead with intent.Clean cuts across throats. Precise breaks along the spine. No wasted violence. No frenzy. It was efficiency stripped of mercy, and that chilled me far more than bloodshed ever had.I slowed my steps, my senses stretching outward. The air was heavy with iron and damp earth, but beneath it lay something else. Something that did not belong.Leonel inhaled sharply beside me. “Alpha,” he said quietly. “Do you feel that?”“Yes,” I answered, already tracking it.There was another scent threaded through the trees. Not Evelara’s. Not rogue. Not any of my men. It carried age, restraint, and a controlled darkness that did

EVELARAI could not breathe.It was not due to the disappearance of the air, but rather because my body had lost its trust in it.Savanna stood before me, her face unchanged, calm as ever— yet everything about her had shifted. Her eyes no longer reflected the amber glow of the lamps. They burned violet, deeply, anciently, and with vitality.For a moment, the room felt unreal, as though the palace itself had stilled, holding its breath alongside me.My fingers curled tightly into the sheets beneath my palms, nails biting into fabric as a sharp tremor rippled through my body. My heartbeat thundered so violently I was certain Savanna could hear it.Dravara, usually restless and coiled beneath my skin, went utterly silent.That terrified me more than rage ever could.Savanna stepped back.The movement was deliberate, reverent. She placed distance between us as though approaching a sacred threshold rather than a bed where a confused, fractured woman sat shaking. Then, slowly, she lowered he

LUCIEN POVThe morning light spread across the room, with me standing beside a bed that no longer held its warmth.The curtains were partially drawn, permitting the soft morning light to gently illuminate the chamber in delicate, muted streaks. This illumination revealed everything with considerable clarity, including the intricately carved headboard and the unoccupied chair near the window.The healer's table had been moved slightly, and its surface was clean and orderly, as though its previous user preferred to leave no evidence of their presence.The bed itself was cold.This room was not abandoned in haste, nor were its contents torn or broken. The bedsheets, though disturbed, were carefully folded back, and the mattress bore the impression of a body that had rested there for a considerable time. It appears that she did not leave this room out of fear. Instead, she had been precise.I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the fabric, feeling the absence more sharply than any wound I

EVELARAThe words did not make sense at first.They hovered in the air between us like something unreal, something fragile enough to shatter if I touched it.“You are— pregnant.” For a moment, the forest seemed to stop breathing.The clearing that had moments ago felt warm with laughter and voices suddenly felt too wide, too exposed.The wind gently brushed against my skin, causing a shiver of cold, as though the warmth had been completely absorbed by the earth beneath my feet.I stared at my mother, waiting for her to laugh… Waiting for her to tell me it was a mistake… Waiting for her to say she was wrong… But she didn’t. The dangerous part of the mount healers— they are never wrong…Her eyes were steady. Grave, and certain.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head slowly. My voice sounded strange to my own ears, thin and unfamiliar. “Tha-that’s not possible.”The silence around us thickened.“I-I wasn't supposed to be pregnant. I can’t be! I'm not able to conceive!”Aureliane’s smile faded