The Silver Alpha's Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

SKYKiana looks at me with concern in her eyes. "Why are you so caught up on Damien? You should meet some of the other college guys. And whatever you do, don't follow Damien Rock into the woods." She wags her finger at me teasingly.I try to laugh it off, but deep down, I feel something strong pulling me toward him. There's a link between us that I can't explain, and I want to understand it.The farther we walk down the trail, the more students we see. They're running between the trees, shouting and laughing, beers in their hands. The forest is full of energy, and strangely, I feel safe here. The sound of loud music shakes the ground, and soon I see bright light up ahead.Through an opening in the forest, a wide beach spreads out before us. A bonfire blazes in a massive pit, its flames reaching toward the sky. The ocean waves crash and roll in the background, and the air feels alive."This is incredible," I say, amazed that such a place exists so close to the college."Why do you thin

DAMIEN I slow my breathing, steady in and out, and watch her.Sky’s golden wolf moves along the edge of the campus forest, her coat catching the light as she runs. Around her neck, a soft green glow swings with every step. I can’t look away.I stay low, hidden, eyes fixed on her. She thinks no one knows about her midweek runs. She’s wrong. I haven’t called her. I keep telling myself it’s about distance and control, but it isn’t. It’s the necklace. Even in wolf form, she’s wearing it.Kiana, her roommate, stands nearby, keeping watch. She runs her hand over Sky’s fur. Sky leans into her for a moment, then pulls away and heads deeper toward the trees. My body tightens. I need to get closer.I stay crouched, muscles locked, careful not to make a sound. I hold myself still so she won’t sense me. The necklace twists as she moves, the pattern inside it catching the moonlight. It pulls at me. I wipe my mouth without thinking.Part of me wants to shift and follow her into the forest. I want

SKY My hand goes to my chest again and again. My heart won’t slow down. My eyes lift from my books, and panic settles in fully. The necklace is gone. Damien has it. He has to. He’s the only one I’ve spent time with these past few days. I never take it off. Never. I know that for a fact.I yank open my desk drawer, ready to grab my phone and call him, when a soft tapping sound hits the window. Pebbles. One after another. The sound pulls me away from the rising fear.I walk to the window and shove it open. “Do you have my necklace?”Damien stands below, relaxed, like nothing is wrong. He lifts two fingers and curls them toward himself. “I might.”My stomach twists. “What do you mean, you might? I didn’t misplace it. It’s important.”He tilts his head, studying me like this is amusing. “How important?”The game he’s playing makes my skin crawl. Why do I even want him? This is on me. I know better. He’s a trap, and I walked right into it.“Come down,” he says. “You left it at my place.”

DAMIEN At first, she isn't on my mind.She's angry about the necklace. To me, she's making too much of it. I don't see the problem the way she does.I'm outside The Carlyle, with its shiny gold doors and polished stone. I've just finished a drug drop with one of our biggest buyers. Easy money. I lean back and smoke a joint, relaxed, watching rich people walk into the Manhattan hotel like they own the city.Inside those hidden rooms, the same people spend thousands to snort coke and feel important for a few hours. They laugh. They celebrate. They pretend they're untouchable.Who do they think they are?I have money too. The Shadow Fang Pack just gets it differently. We take it from people like them. Not to help anyone else. Not to save the world. We keep it for ourselves. It's ugly, but it works.The weed fills my lungs. I blow smoke rings into the violet evening sky. The night air is cool, sharp, and alive.Then something changes.The air tightens. The fine hairs at the back of my ne

SKY Kiana’s soft, uneven snores drift across the room. They ground me. A small smile forms without effort. She’s been beside me through everything. No questions. No conditions. The best friend I’ve ever had. That thought warms me as sleep starts to pull me down.My mind drifts to Damien. Fixing things with him still feels unreal. Fragile. It makes me happy in a quiet way, even though I have no idea how we’re meant to exist like this. He’s Silver Moon Pack. I’m Shadow Fang Pack. Those lines don’t blur. They cut deep.We were never meant to choose each other.Sadness settles in my chest, heavy but familiar. Not just for me. For him too. Our fathers made sure of this long before we were born. They don’t want us to rule. They don’t want us together. Damien was right, we mirror each other too closely. Same fire. Same defiance. Same damage.The weight of it all loosens as sleep takes hold. I let the problem slip away, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left to fight. Darkness closes in