The Alpha King is a Woman のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

I walk quickly, my movements sharp and aggressive, impatience driving every step to head back to my house. At the very least, I need a cold shower to calm myself and to wash away Ravelle’s touch, the imprint of her hands still lingering all over my body and driving me insane.But as I pass my brother’s office, a sound makes me freeze.Moans. Soft, feminine moans, punctuated by a low, masculine chuckle.Keal.A dangerous stillness settles over me. How dare he. How dare he try to have a good time when he has so thoroughly ruined mine?"...You've got to be kidding me."A cold, lethal irritation coils through me as I turn toward the door. I don’t bother knocking, just like he never does. Instead, I throw it open, the wood slamming hard against the wall.And just like that, the last fragile thread of my control snaps as a red haze of rage floods my vision.The scene before me makes my blood boil. Keal lounges on his chaise, completely naked, with two equally naked maids—one riding his face

My mother.It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. Too long, but if there’s anywhere this key will be untouchable—It’s with her.Her residence sits apart from the main pack dwellings, hidden deeper within the inner territory—far from unnecessary eyes and even farther from unwanted hands. A fortified safe house, surrounded by hundreds of loyal warriors stationed in rotating shifts, each one trained, disciplined, and ready to kill before asking questions.Guard towers stand at every possible approach—watching, waiting, ensuring that no outsider—or idiot with misplaced confidence—crosses that perimeter unseen.Even Keal wouldn’t dare, which is exactly why it’s perfect.My grip tightens slightly around the key as I head straight for it, my pace steady, my expression unreadable.Because beneath it all, my wolf is still restless, clawing, aching for her.I push him back—not gently, never gently—but forcefully, like shoving a beast into a cage that’s already too small. Like slamming the door

Ravelle.For some unknown, infuriating reason, she refuses to leave my head. Her face is sharp, vivid, and persistent—and the more time passes, the worse it becomes. It isn’t fading or dulling; if anything, it’s digging deeper, embedding itself into every thought, every breath, every second I try to focus on anything else.By the time I reach my main house at the heart of the pack, the calm I forced earlier is already beginning to crack.My wolf shifts restlessly beneath my skin, pacing, agitated—hungry in a way that has nothing to do with food.It wants her.No—It needs her.I head straight to my room, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click that somehow sounds louder than it should, sealing me inside with nothing but my thoughts of her.And fuck—it does nothing.Nothing soothes the beast raging inside me.Worse, my body refuses to cooperate. The tension coils tighter instead of easing. The need, the frustration, the pull—it all builds, sharp and relentless—a physical reminder

I don’t sleep—not really.I just lie there with my eyes closed, my body perfectly still, my breathing slow enough to sell the illusion. But my mind—my traitorous, absolutely useless mind—refuses to shut up. It keeps replaying the same moments over and over again like some kind of punishment I definitely don’t remember signing up for.Because of what happened and what I let happen.I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes snapping open to the darkness above me as irritation coils tight in my chest. I turn onto my side, dragging the blanket with me like it’s about to fix my life.It doesn’t because my body still remembers, and that’s the worst part.Not the humiliation or anger. Not even the fact that I was seconds away from completely losing my mind—and my dignity—to him.No.It’s the way my body reacts to the memory.Heat curls low in my stomach—subtle, but there—like an unwanted reminder that refuses to die.“I didn’t enjoy it,” I mutter under my breath, as if saying it out loud will magica

And for a second, my mind refuses to process it—refuses to understand how that just happened—until I look up.Nora stands there, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.Her chest rises and falls sharply, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, almost black, with something feral flickering beneath the surface. For the briefest moment, the air around her seems to shift. Strange dark veins spread beneath her skin, disappearing almost as quickly as they appear, while shadows coil around her fingers like living things before she clenches her hands into fists and forces them away.The witch side of her.The part she has hidden so desperately well.She… she killed him.For me.For us.She spits blood to the side and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression hard as she looks at me.“Next time you want to play hero,” she snaps harshly, her voice cutting through the moment, filled with anger and something else—fear, maybe—“make sure you actually have your powers, Ravelle