The Royal Alphas’ Captive Maid のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

She sat. Because she didn't have a choice.Dinner was already served. Something that smelled good. She didn't care what it was.They ate in silence for a few minutes.Then Alaric spoke."How was your day?"The question was so normal. So domestic. Like they were a real family having a real conversation."I worked," she said flatly. "As ordered. Reviewed seventeen items. Wrote a report. Fulfilled my contractual obligations.""Aiden said you did excellent work.""I'm very good at doing what I'm told. You trained me well."Archer made a sound. Might have been a laugh. Might have been something else."You're angry," Alaric observed."Very observant.""You're angry because we won't answer your questions.""Yes.""That's understandable." He took a sip of wine. "But ultimately irrelevant. You'll get your answers when we're ready to give them. Not before.""And when will that be?""When we decide you're ready." Alaric set his glass down. "In the meantime, you'll continue working. Continue livin

"Both." He didn't lie about it. "I cared about you genuinely. Because you reminded me of your father. Because watching you carry everything alone broke my heart. And because you're my grandsons' mate and that makes you family whether you accept it or not."There was that word again. Mate."What does that mean?" she asked. "Everyone keeps saying it but no one will explain it."Edmund looked at her for a long moment. Then: "It's not my place to explain it. That's between you and them.""They won't tell me.""Because they're afraid." His voice was soft. "Afraid of how you'll react. Afraid you'll close yourself off completely if you know the truth too soon. Afraid of losing you even though you're right here.""Archer said something like that last night.""Then believe him. My grandsons are many things....controlling, manipulative, ruthless when necessary. But they don't lie about their fears." Edmund touched her shoulder gently. "They care about you, Melina. More than they probably should

"You mean not while I still hate you.""That too." He touched her face gently. "We want her to see you settled. Happy. Or at least content. Not like this.""I'll never be happy here.""You might surprise yourself." His thumb traced her cheekbone. "People adapt. Even to cages. Especially when the cage keeps them safe."She pulled away from his touch. "I'm not adapting. I'm surviving.""Same thing." He stood up. "Come on. It's almost dinner. All three of us tonight.""Again?""Every night now. Until you stop trying to run." He held out his hand. "It's easier if you just cooperate."She didn't take his hand. But she stood up. Followed him.Because she didn't have a choice.***Day SevenAlaric's Office -All three brothers were there. Melina was asleep in Alaric's bed. Exhausted from a week of constant supervision."She's breaking," Aiden said quietly. "Slowly. But she's breaking.""Good," Alaric said. He didn't sound happy about it. Just factual. "Broken is easier than fighting.""Broke

Day Three - Aiden's POVTwo days.The symptoms were getting worse. Fever climbing. Body aching. The specific bone-deep exhaustion that came from the curse preparing to break him.He was in his office. Working. Trying to distract himself.Melina was at the corner desk. She'd stopped fighting the constant supervision. Just accepted it now.She looked up. Caught him rubbing his neck."You too," she said quietly."What?""You're in pain too. Like Archer yesterday. Like Alaric this morning." She stood up. Came to his desk. "All three of you are showing symptoms. Fatigue. Fever. Pain. All three of you are getting worse.""Observant.""What's wrong with you?" Her voice was worried now. Actually worried. "Is it a disease? An illness? Something contagious?""No. Nothing like that." Aiden leaned back in his chair. "It's just... something we deal with. Every month. For the last nine years.""Nine years?" She looked shocked. "You've been sick like this every month for nine years?""Yes.""That's.

Hours LaterMelina lay in Alaric's bed staring at the ceiling.He was beside her. Not touching. Just there.She'd spent the last four hours processing. Pacing. Demanding more answers. Getting some. Not believing most of them.Mates. Fated bonds. Supernatural curses.It sounded like a fantasy novel. Like something made up.Except she'd seen the symptoms. Had watched all three of them get progressively worse over the last four days. Had seen the fever. The pain. The exhaustion.That was real. Whatever was happening to them was real."I still don't understand," she said into the darkness. "How can three people share one mate? How does that even work?""It's rare," Alaric said quietly. "But not unheard of. Triplets especially. We share everything else. Why not this?""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer I have." He turned on his side. Looked at her. "I don't know why the universe decided you belong to all three of us. I just know that you do. We felt it. All of us. The moment we