I Was Your Dying Omega, Now I'm Your Sovereign Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lola's PovWilliams sat directly across from me, his arms resting flat on the wood. "Does she mention the registry date?""She knew about the Schofield betrothal," I answered, sliding the first two pages to the center of the table."She knew about the alliance before I was even born. She knew that I had been promised to the Schofield firstborn since the very beginning.""What are the terms she used?""She did not write about it in terms that were formal or legal, Williams." I shook my head, my eyes dropping down to the last paragraph on the third sheet. "She wrote about it the way a mother writes to a daughter she is afraid she will not get to prepare in person."Vera sat at the end of the table, her hands wrapped tight around her tea mug while she watched us both.I cleared my throat, my fingers tightening on the edges of the stationary as I prepared to read the main section out loud."I want you to know that the wolf the moon chose for you comes from a bloodline that has stood besid

Sofia's PovI stood completely still on the floor, holding the sleeping baby firmly against my right hip while my eyes fixed on the screen of my device."They know about Father," I muttered, reading the text line for the second time.I set the device face down right next to the board, my fingers sliding off the casing with a slow movement. I stood there for ten seconds, my chest rising and falling while the refrigerator hummed steady in the corner.I reached out and picked the device back up, turning the screen toward my face to stare at the four words again.I set it back down, my palm pressing flat against the cold counter while I stared at the white paint on the wall."Corvin," I said, lifting the device to my ear after dialing his encrypted number on the screen.The line clicked twice before his heavy tone came through the small speaker."I am here, Sofia," Corvin responded."How close are you to killing Vera?""I broke into her building just like you told me to. I also messed wit

William's Pov The device on the counter vibrated three times before I could lift the plastic casing to my ear. I stood flat on the kitchen floorboards at three thirty in the morning, watching the dark trees outside the glass pane while the line clicked open."Cain," I spoke, my free hand gripping the edge of the wood."We lost the vehicle track at the transport hub forty minutes outside the city boundary," Cain reported, his voice coming through the small speaker with a sharp rasp. "She moved fast and she moved clean.""Did the hub cameras catch the registration plate?""The local terminal logs were completely wiped five minutes before the car arrived at the platform lane.""Whoever helped her leave that house knew exactly what they were doing," I muttered, my boots shifting on the floor."I have two scouts checking the southern road lines right now," Cain mentioned."Keep the scouts on the secondary lanes until the sun comes up." I ended the call with a quick press against the scre

Sofia's Pov The crossing point was supposed to be clean. I sat right in the back seat with the baby pressed tight against my chest, my eyes fixing on the camera housing on the stone checkpoint wall while the car rolled past the gate bar. Maren held the wheel with both hands, her gaze staying fixed on the gray asphalt ahead. She did not appear concerned about the lens at all. I watched her shoulders through the front mirror, but I was not certain whether that meant there was nothing to be concerned about or whether Maren was simply the kind of worker who never shows any signs of stress under pressure. The baby stayed completely asleep in her blanket. She had fallen asleep twenty minutes into the drive after we left the rooming block, and she had been heavy and warm against my shirt since then. I looked down at the top of her small head, my thumb tracing the edge of her wrap. "They know about Father," I muttered, my voice staying very low so it did not echo in the cabin. "Who to

Lola’s Pov "Third location," Williams spoke when I slid the bar open. I dropped the device onto the fabric cushion and reached for my keys instantly. I landed in the driver seat of my car before the call transmission could even click off the screen network. I turned the ignition key with a fast twist of my wrist, my boots pressing the floor pedal until the engine roared. One of Williams's guard workers sat directly in the passenger seat beside my jacket. He did not turn his face to make casual conversation during the trip, and I appreciated that silence. I spent all forty minutes of the drive staring straight at the white road lines, my hands staying locked on the wheel frame. I did not spend a single mile thinking about what I was going to say when I walked through the house door. Thinking about the words would not help the situation now, the only thing that mattered in the world was getting to the house destination. The car tires hit the gravel turn at the forty-minute ma