REBORN TO LOVE MY FATHER-IN-LAW のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Scarlett's POV"Let her speak."The voice came from the back of the room and everything inside stilled.And I studied the speaker of the voice closely. Mia was sixty-seven years old. A woman who moved through pack spaces like a demigod, slowly and totally untouchable. She has been in this pack through three Alpha reigns. A woman who had spent her words economically like money she earned through hardship, and only disburses it if the return is worth it. She was standing now.Every head in the hall turned toward her and then back to me.She gestured once…A small forward movement of her hand was economically final.I spoke."The mark on my neck was not a true mate bond," I nodded. "If you had observed closely, you'd observe that it was applied with claws and not teeth. Anyone in this room who understands basic pack biology knows the difference between a claiming mark and a scratch deep enough to scar." I looked at the faces in front of me. "A true mate bond requires both wolves. It re

Luca's POV She had been right though. I had watched Scarlett chase me for years and treated it like background noise. The moment she stopped, the moment she turned her attention somewhere else and stopped adjusting her entire world around whether I was going to come back to the room, I had become incapable of looking anywhere else.I had become exactly what she had been.And Zara had become exactly what I had been.And none of us had chosen any of it. We had all just followed the oldest and most predictable pattern in the world and called it something else while we did it.I put my forehead against the glass.Priest.The file is in the compound. My mother's name and his name and a date. Nine months before I was born.I had spent thirty years being angry at Dominic for not choosing me, for not seeing me, for looking through me at his dead wife alongside his pack and his brotherhood plus everything that was not his son. Thirty years of that anger had built into a plan that had consumed

Dominic's POV I walked out of the study, then through the pack house, up the stairs, and down the east wing corridor. I did not stop when I reached the last door on the left, because my wolf had stopped waiting somewhere between the clearing and the council session. I had stopped arguing with him about it around the same time. I was three feet from the door when it opened. She was standing in the doorway in the clothes she had worn all day, her hair down now, and she looked at me the way she had looked at me in the clearing, with no armor in it anywhere. "I felt you coming," she whispered. "I know," I answered. I looked at her in the doorway. "I want to claim you properly," I muttered. "Not because of the prophecy, or because of the bond, or Luca, or any of the hundred other things that have been in the room with us every single time we have been in the same room." I held her gaze. "Just because I want to... Because you are mine, and I am yours, and for real, I am done finding

Luca's POV "The bond is dissolved, the claim happened last night. And the truth of the matter is, they are now formally mated." Zara did not move. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with her hands in her lap when I walked in, still in the clothes she had worn the previous day, which told me she had not slept. She carried worry on her face with the way she was looking at me, but I ignored it. I had seen Zara angry. I had seen her calculate, perform, and weaponize her expressions with such unmatched precision. I had seen her cry twice in the years I had known her, both times controlled, both times serving a purpose. However… This was not any of those things. She sat looking at me with a borrowed face of a person who had been carrying a weight for a very long time and had just been informed that the thing they were carrying was no longer there. "So we have nothing left? Is that it?" she asked. And she was not even dramatic, but flat. She stated a fact when the fact was the

Scarlett POVShe drank from hers and looked at the packed grounds below with the assessing eyes of a woman who was always counting something, formations, positions, the specific arrangement of people in a space, and what it communicated about their intentions."Four of the bikers rearranged the patrol rotation this morning," she said. "Without being told.""Which four?" I reacted quickly.She named them. I filed the names."The ones I'm watching are the ones who didn't," she paused. "The four who kept the old rotation... That is the more interesting data point." She drank her coffee. "I have their names too.""Of course you do," I responded. She was quiet for a moment.Then she said, without looking at me, in the same practical tone she used for patrol reports and security briefings and every other piece of information she delivered regardless of its emotional content, "Good morning, Luna."I looked at her.It was the first time anyone had said it. The word landed in the morning air