Alpha Never Let Me Go のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I'd been mated to Cain for three years. He was the Alpha of the strongest pack in the Southern Territory. Everyone envied the orphan who'd become his Luna. And yet there I was, walking into a witch's cottage to buy a potion that could sever a mate bond.The witch slid an unremarkable glass vial across the table."One million dollars. You and your mate each drink half," she said. "It takes effect on the next full moon. The bond snaps on its own."I didn't bargain. I poured the potion into the clay pot I'd brought — it looked like any other herbal brew.The front door of the Blackwood manor stood wide open. The scene in the living room stopped me for three seconds.Serena was wearing a nearly see-through silk slip, half her chest on full display, her entire body draped over Cain.They were flipping through an old photo album. Serena's finger jabbed at a picture, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "God, look at your face as a kid. You were so dumb I wanted to punch you."Cain was

This was Healer Laurent's second invitation.The first had arrived three months ago. Back then, I was still lying to myself — telling myself Cain was just having trouble letting go of his childhood bond with Serena. That he'd come to his senses.Not anymore.After mailing back the response, I went home to pack.Four years as Luna, and the things that were actually mine were pitiful — a few old clothes, two herb journals, a mortar ground down to nothing. One old backpack held it all.In the back of the bedside drawer was a leather cord necklace with a wolf fang strung on it.Cain had tied it around my neck himself the night he marked me. He said the fang was from the first rogue he'd ever killed. Only for his mate.I put the necklace back in the drawer and closed it.For the next two weeks, I practically lived in the herb garden. Inventory during the day, handover notes at night.One evening I was crouched in the stockroom, bagging and sealing herb seeds, when the door opened.Cain stoo

Laurent noticed something was off. But he didn't press.I hesitated, then told him."Healer Laurent, I'm pregnant. About thirteen weeks."Five seconds of silence."I already had your housing switched from the single dorm to a private cottage last week," he said. "It has a kitchen. Right next to the lab. I'll have our healer give you a full prenatal exam tomorrow."He paused."Alpha Ethan will be pleased. He said getting you here is Silvercrest's good fortune."I turned to look out the window. The northern mountains formed a white line along the horizon, dissolving into the blue-grey sky at the edge of the world.My eyes burned for a second. I blinked hard. Didn't let it fall.The truck entered Silvercrest territory just before dawn.Someone was standing at the entrance. Younger than I'd expected — tall, broad-shouldered, a jawline that looked carved from stone. Even standing still, he had a weight to him that made you feel safe.Alpha Ethan.He saw me step out of the truck and his expr

Cain crouched on the kitchen floor, staring at the three shards of the clay pot. The bitter edge of moonbreak root still clung to the broken pieces, mixed with that scorched-iron smell.Serena appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She glanced down at the shards."Is it really worth getting this worked up?" Her tone was the verbal equivalent of a shrug. "Ivy's the type to throw a fit for a few days and then crawl back. Where else is she going to go? A she-wolf without a pack won't last long out there."Cain stood up.When he turned toward Serena, whatever was in his eyes made her take a step back."She's my mate."He shoved past her. Hard. No restraint. Serena's back hit the doorframe with a dull thud. She grabbed her shoulder, eyes wide, lips trembling — but Cain had already snatched his keys and was out the door.The engine screamed into the night, tearing toward the territory border.The neutral market town sat at the junction of three packs — the only place for a hundr

Cain skidded the truck to a stop at the edge of the collapse zone. The road was gone. Nothing ahead but rubble, mud, and uprooted trees.He got out and started moving stones by hand.When he pried the first boulder from the mud, the nail on his right middle finger tore clean off. Blood mixed with dirt and smeared across his palm. He didn't stop.Lift. Move. Lift again.Memories surged in the gaps between exhaustion, unstoppable. Ivy at eighteen, the night of her first shift, curled in the mud of the backyard, shaking, terror in her eyes. On her knees in front of him, bloodstained fingers carefully cleaning the gash that ran from his collarbone to his ribs. The full moon ceremony — her standing alone all night, wind blowing her hair across half her face. She didn't reach up to push it away.A rescue worker tapped his shoulder, pointed at his hands, told him to stop.Cain ignored him.Night fell.His hands were wrapped in three layers of makeshift bandages. Beneath them, the wounds were