Abandoned by the Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CHAPTER 10“Stop right there!”My own voice sounded foreign to my ears, laced with a raw, dangerous fury that I hadn’t felt in years. The emergency red lights of the fire exit flickered violently, casting eerie shadows across the smoke-filled stairwell. My Grand Arizmendi Plaza had been compromised. An explosion from the lower levels had shattered my security grids, but at that moment, the chaos consuming my business empire meant absolutely nothing to me.All I could see was the man standing a few steps below me.He was enormous, burly, muscular, easily six-foot-four, with sharp, aristocratic features and a jawline that looked terrifyingly familiar. He appeared to be around thirty years old, his bare chest glistening with sweat and dust beneath the dim emergency lights.But what stole the breath from my lungs was the woman cradled securely in his powerful arms.It was Nessa.The soft-spoken, trembling waitress who had returned my wallet only hours ago.She clung to the stranger’s neck

CHAPTER 12Nessa’s POV“Run! Run as fast as you can!”I didn’t know how I understood Matthew’s growl, but before I could even react, I felt Zarek transform beside me. Despite the deep wounds on his shoulder and ribs, he shifted into his massive wolf form and lifted me onto his broad back. Matthew Arizmendi, the enormous golden wolf, let out another terrifying howl that shook the entire forest as he stood between us and the remaining enemies.Zarek sprinted. He ran so fast that the trees around us became nothing but blurred lines. I clung tightly to his thick fur, lowering my head to keep the branches from cutting my face. I could hear his heavy, ragged breathing with every leap. His warm, thick blood soaked through his golden fur, and I could feel it against my hands.On both sides behind us, several large wolves ran alongside us, guarding our escape.Please, God… save my son, I prayed over and over in my mind as tears streamed down my face. I no longer cared about the cold night or t

CHAPTER 14I couldn’t take my hands off Zarek’s chest. It didn’t feel real that his skin was now smooth, when only minutes ago it had been covered with deep, bleeding wounds. I could still smell the blood on the floor, yet there he was, sitting quietly and eating bread as if nothing had happened. My mind was a complete mess. I kept trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the middle of the night.“Nessa…” Mother’s voice trembled from the corner of the living room. She was staring at the open front door where the giant golden wolf had stood only moments before.“You don’t understand. It wasn’t only your grandmother’s herbs that healed him. You weren’t here when… when that giant golden wolf arrived.”I looked at her with a confused frown.“What do you mean, Mom?”Mother slowly walked toward us, her knees shaking as she knelt beside me and Zarek.“The moment you left, it was like the wind lost its mind. It suddenly became so strong outside. The front door flew open, and th

CHAPTER 16Matthew’s POV“Look at her,” a low, gravelly voice echoed inside my head.It was Match again, pacing restlessly.“Our fragile little baker is awake early. She still smells like vanilla, but her heart is beating too fast. She’s getting ready to seduce you again, Alpha King.”Quiet, Match, I ordered as I walked down the grand staircase. I have enough on my plate without you analyzing her heartbeat.I had spent the entire night coordinating with Klein, tracking rogue movements along the state borders. I had already taken a quick shower, but my mind was still focused on war. As I reached the ground floor, the scent of fresh wood and rain drifting through the glass doors eased some of the tension in my chest.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the veranda, I spotted Mariana.Nessa’s mother wore a simple blue dress while watering the orchids in the private garden. There was something remarkable about her. She had only recently discovered that creatures from ancient

CHAPTER 18 Matthew’s POV The sub-level of the estate was reinforced with three-foot-thick titanium alloy and soundproofing layers dense enough to muffle an explosion. It was my private training ground, hidden far from the prying eyes of the Lycan Council. Down here, there were no corporate suits or billionaire titles. There was only the raw, brutal reality of what we truly were. Zarek stood in the center of the reinforced concrete ring, his feet planted firmly apart. He stared at his hands, turning his palms over as though he still couldn’t comprehend the immense strength packed into his frame. He possessed the broad shoulders and towering height of the Arizmendi Royal bloodline, built like a seasoned gladiator, yet his posture still carried the quiet uncertainty of a child waiting for guidance. “We begin with control, Zarek,” I said, my voice echoing across the empty chamber as I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto a nearby bench. “Your instincts kept you alive in the forest,