Mated to My Intended's Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

LeoRonan, my wolf, rumbled contentedly within me. *Mate,* he purred, the single word carrying mountains of possessive satisfaction."Focus," I muttered to myself, flipping through the market analysis reports Tiny had compiled. River Valley Pack had been steadily eating into our northeastern distribution territory for weeks now.*Her wolf grows stronger daily,* Ronan observed, completely ignoring my attempt to concentrate on pack business. *Did you feel how Ava pushed forward when Victoria was dreaming?*I couldn't help the small smile that formed. Last night, Victoria had jolted awake from a dream, her eyes flashing brilliant gold—evidence of Ava's growing presence. For a half-breed whose wolf awakened so late, her development was remarkable. Most mixed-bloods struggled their entire lives to connect with their wolves, yet Victoria and Ava were already establishing a powerful bond."She's extraordinary," I agreed aloud, knowing Ronan needed the acknowledgment. "Far stronger than any hy

VictoriaI stepped out of Tiny's sleek black SUV, the cool autumn air biting at my cheeks as we approached the small bakery that had been my refuge for years. The familiar scent of fresh bread and cinnamon wrapped around me like a comforting blanket."Emma's going to be thrilled to see me," I told Tiny, who towered beside me like a protective shadow. "She always saves the cinnamon rolls with extra frosting for me."The bell above the door jingled as we entered, and Emma's head snapped up from behind the counter. Her eyes widened comically, a delighted smile spreading across her face."Victoria Howlthorne!" she exclaimed, rushing around the counter to envelop me in a hug that smelled of vanilla and flour. "Look at you! Absolutely glowing!" She held me at arm's length, examining my face with knowing eyes. "I haven't seen you looking this healthy in years. Someone's finally being treated right."Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Emma," I warned, but couldn't help smiling."What?" she asked innoc

LeoVictoria leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that began gentle but quickly ignited into something far more heated. My hands instinctively gripped her hips, pulling her more firmly against the hardness growing beneath her as a growl rumbled deep in my chest."You drive me crazy, little wolf," I murmured against her mouth, my control slipping with each passing second.I felt her shift to straddle me properly, her thighs parting to accommodate my larger frame as her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders. The bond between us vibrated with shared desire, amplifying every sensation."Show me," she whispered, her voice husky with want, her eyes darkening as she ground herself against my arousal.Those two simple words shattered what remained of my restraint. In one fluid motion, I stood, lifting her with me as if she weighed nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. I claimed her mouth again as I carried her from the study toward our bedroom.We barely mad

Victoria"He loved me," I whispered between hiccupping breaths. "He really loved me, Leo. And my mother too."Leo's hand stroked my hair gently. "Of course he did, little wolf. How could he not?"I pulled back slightly, wiping tears from my cheeks. "You don't understand. I always thought... I always believed I was just a disappointment to him."Leo took the letter from my hands, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. His expression darkened when he reached the parts about Enzo and Aurora, but softened again at my father's words about my birthright."Your father was right about one thing," Leo said finally, setting the letter aside. "You do have Alpha blood in you. I've sensed it from the beginning—that strength in you that refuses to submit, even to me." His lips quirked in a half-smile. "It drives my wolf crazy in the best possible way."A watery laugh escaped me. "And now I find out I'm technically the rightful Alpha of the Howlthorne pack. It's too much to process."Leo's expressio

Victoria"Not just took him," Carson said from the doorway, where he'd been examining the blood spatter patterns. "They want to start a war. This was meticulously planned—the timing, the evidence, the message. Someone wants our packs to destroy each other.""But who benefits from that?" I asked, my mind racing through possibilities. "If both Shadow and Howlthorne weakened each other...""A third party could move in to claim both territories," Leo finished, his voice ice-cold with rage. "It's an old tactic. Create chaos, then sweep in as the 'peacemaker' once both sides are decimated."Carson moved closer, lowering his voice. "Alpha, I've analyzed the blood patterns. Something doesn't add up. The volume and spatter suggest injury, yes, but not enough for a fatal wound. And the drag marks leading to the bathroom are inconsistent—as if they were created deliberately rather than from an actual body being moved.""You think this was staged?" Leo asked."Parts of it, yes," Carson confirmed.