The Alpha King's Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

LIORAI turned my face away from him. I did not want to see his eyes. There was nothing around us except trees, then more trees, stretching on without end. Part of me wished we were still in the city when he said those words. Traffic, voices, anything would have helped drown them out. Instead, they echoed in my head, clear and sharp, with nowhere to hide.“Darius…”“The mating bond didn’t work,” he said. “Every time I’m with her, every time she touches me, it feels wrong. All of it feels wrong.”“Darius,” I warned, my voice low and tight.“I thought I loved her, but she is nothing like you.”“Shouldn’t that make you happy?” The words snapped out before I could stop them. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Someone who hates coffee just like you. Someone who can shift and run with you. Someone whose hair isn’t bright red like a carrot, so you don’t feel the need to tell her to dye it because you think it looks bad.”“Liora…”“No. Don’t.” I pointed at him, something I had never done before. M

LIORAAnger burned hot as my stare stayed locked on him. He only gave a low chuckle and eased the car off the road. This stretch of the city was quiet, empty, cut off from everything else. No cars passed. Even if they did, it wouldn’t have mattered. The belt was off before the engine fully settled. I moved fast, climbing over the console and straddling his lap. The car had enough room. Comfort was the last thing on my mind.His hands came down hard on my hips, firm and sure, pulling me closer. Heat spread where he touched me. Fingers slid into his beard, soft under my hand, carrying that familiar scent of green apples and peaches. It hit me all at once, memory and need tangled together. His eyes burned as he watched, waiting, letting me lead. An arm looped around his neck. My mouth found his. The kiss started slow, almost careful, then deepened without thought. His mouth was warm, open, known. My tongue moved against his as my chest pressed closer, breathing growing uneven.My body

LIORAIt was hard to tell if he had softened his looks on purpose or if this was simply how he appeared. Nothing about him screamed danger at first glance. No sharp edges, no obvious threat. He looked young, late twenties, early thirties at most, with smooth skin and an easy posture that felt almost careless.Still, that meant nothing.He could just as easily be over a hundred years old. Vampires wore time lightly, as if it were nothing more than an accessory they could discard when bored. His ageless face suited him too well, and that alone set my instincts on edge.“Darius Green,” the man said, his voice smooth, amusement threaded through every syllable. “I have heard quite a bit about you and the Solar Peak Pack.”Darius did not smile. “Then you already know more than we do.”His voice was controlled, too controlled. The kind of calm that came from holding something dangerous tightly beneath the surface. No matter how relaxed the vampire appeared, caution weighed down the air betw

KAELSilence stayed between us while I waited for her to finally say what she meant. She paced it, dragging it out, eyes sharp like she wanted to see where I would crack. "God, you are exhausting," she snapped at last. "I left because I wanted you to follow me. I wanted you to chase me. I wanted to see if you would fight for the only alpha woman who ever wanted you."The words hung heavy. My hand rested on the table, fingers tapping slow against the smooth surface. The sound filled the space while I watched her face and weighed every word she had thrown at me."So you were disappointed when I didn't come after you."Vireya laughed, hollow and brittle, then turned toward the window as if the city outside mattered more than this moment. "Even broken people fall in love, Kael."Nothing came back out of me. Planning had always been easier than talking. Thinking ahead had always been safer. She had never been part of that picture. Letting her believe she was, even for a second, would have

LIORA“You could stab me a million times and it still would not hurt me.”The words sounded calm, almost bored, but my grip on the knife stayed tight. Letting it go felt like giving up the last thing keeping me alive.“What do you want from me?” The question came out again. Slower this time. Careful. “I am not handing this over.”“Nothing,” he said. “You just caught my attention.” His tone was light. Curious. “So tell me. What are you doing out here in the dead of night?”“Getting some air.”He laughed. Not a sharp laugh. Not cruel. Real laughter that rolled out of him like this was amusing. Like I was amusing.That was worse.There was no tension in him. No rush. No threat in his posture. He saw me as small. As something harmless that wandered too far from where it belonged.“You walked a long distance for air,” he said. “Opening a window would have been easier.”“Needed to stretch my legs,” I snapped. “Wanted food from the city. There are a hundred reasons.” Frustration leaked throu