HOTTIE NEXT DOOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Victor's POV The council doors slammed open hard enough to crack against the wall, and every head in the room turned at once. "I need to see Victor. Now." David stood in the doorway, soaked through from the rain, his hands raised in a gesture that was probably meant to look harmless and mostly looked desperate instead. Every wolf in the room came half out of their seats, hackles rising, and I was on my feet before I'd even decided to stand. "You've got some nerve showing your face here." "I know how this looks." His voice cracked on the last word. "I wouldn't have come if it wasn't bad." "Everything about you is bad, David." "Harrison's gone." He said it fast, like he needed the words out before anyone decided to throw him out first. "Three days, Victor. Nobody's heard from him. Not me, not the board, not Selene. He doesn't miss calls. He's never once missed a call in twenty years, and now there's nothing." My chest tightened despite every instinct screaming not to trust a sin

Arielle's POV Selene took off to find Victor, and I told myself that I'd sit in that chair until she and Victor returned with whatever "worse" was in store for me. I lasted four minutes and thirty-two seconds. Sitting there staring at the frozen snapshot in front of me and hearing Selene's final words on repeat was worse than moving, so I let the panic carry me down the hall to the one person I'd been avoiding all week. I found Clara exactly where I thought she would be: hunched over her desk in the medical wing, pretending to read a chart that she wasn't looking at. "We need to talk." She jumped, and the chart slid off her lap onto the floor. "Arielle. It's late. Is something wrong with the baby?" "The baby's fine. This isn't about the baby." Something changed behind her eyes, the same flicker I'd caught the night I found her deleting entries from my file. "Then what's this about?" "You know exactly what this is about." I shut the door behind me, done giving her room to slid

Victor's POV The cabin sat dark in a clearing barely visible through the trees. There were no lights, no movement. Nothing to suggest anyone had been here in hours. "Split up," I told the strike team, six of us at the tree line, adrenaline already burning under my skin. "Michael, take the east side. Leo, you're with me on the front door. Nobody goes in alone." "Copy that, Victor." We moved in the way we'd practiced a hundred times, and the door was no match for my shoulder, swinging open with little effort, the hinges rusted, the wood rotted with age, despite the new tire tracks I noticed in the mud before I entered. The cabn was empty. And not just empty, it looked like it had been left hastily, or made to look that way. One single overturned chair was the only evidence that anyone had ever been inside. "Clear," Michael called from the back room. "Nothing here. No sign of the sister, no sign of anyone." "He knew we were coming." Leo kicked at the overturned chair like it

Victor's POV I moved Arielle into the deepest room in Bloodclaw before either of us had time to process what we'd just found, a windowless chamber near the heart of the compound, warded three layers deep by every ward-crafter Michael could pull out of bed at that hour. "This is excessive," Arielle said, though she didn't sound like she meant it, watching from the doorway as the last of the ward-crafters finished their work and left. "Nothing about tonight has been excessive enough yet." I bolted the door myself and checked it twice, needing to feel it under my own hands. "You're not leaving this room without me until I understand who planted that charm and how long they've been listening." "Someone was in our home, Victor. Listening to everything. For who knows how long." "I know." "That's not something either of us gets to just set aside." "I know. I'm not asking you to forget it happened. I'm asking you to let this room be the one place tonight where it can't reach us." "Can

Arielle's POV Victor came back from the extraction with empty hands and a folder that made everything worse. "She wasn't there." He set the folder down on the council table hard enough that Gideon flinched beside me. "She was moved twelve hours before we hit the building. Somebody knew we were coming." "Or somebody's just careful," Michael said. "Nobody's that careful by accident, Michael. Not somebody who leaves the lights on and half a pot of coffee still warm." Gideon, still nursing a scraped knuckle from the raid, raised his hand like he was back in one of Clara's medical lectures. "For the record, I called it. I said the second we found a coffee maker still running, this wasn't going to be a clean night." "You called it after we were already inside," Victor said. "I called it in spirit. That should count for something." "It counts for nothing." But some of the grim line of Victor's mouth eased for half a second before it hardened right back up. Victor flipped the folder