The Alpha's Scorned Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Ava's POV“Playing like that,” I continued, my tone cold, merciless, “and you still dare to show off?”A slow, mocking smile spread across my lips.“What a joke.” My wolf bared its teeth beneath the surface. “Absolute trash.”Laura glanced around, panic flickering across her face as the color drained from it. Her scent shifted instantly, spiking with fear.“Ava, don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.I leaned lazily against the piano, one brow arching as I tilted my head at her. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, amused.“What did you just call me?” I asked softly. “Say it louder.”Her lips parted, but no sound came out.Tears gathered in her eyes as she turned desperately toward Richard, who was now beside me, like prey searching for an escape. “Alpha Richard, can you get her out of here?”Richard let out a scoff, one hand steadying me as I leaned forward slightly. His presence was firm, grounded, his wolf calm but watchful.“Can’t even call her sister?” he said c

Ava’s POVI turned to look at Kingsley through my drunken haze. My eyes… they were still bleary but burning.“You?” I echoed, my voice slow, dragging slightly as I studied him.My thoughts blurred together, spinning in a thick, heavy haze. The alcohol dulled my edges, softened my control, and even my wolf felt sluggish.I just wanted out.Like a small, cornered animal, instinct took over. I twisted in Kingsley’s grip, shrugging out of my coat, trying to slip free from him.At first, he watched, amused, like I was some kind of performance staged just for him. I could feel his gaze on me, sharp and entertained.But when I didn’t snap at him… didn’t throw an insult his way…Something about him snapped.A sharp, humorless laugh broke from him, low and edged with irritation. It wasn’t amusement anymore. It was anger.His grip tightened, and before I could react, he yanked me back hard. My body jerked with the force, my wolf stirring weakly in protest.“What?” he demanded, his voice rougher

Ava's POVReuben didn’t look away from the injury. “Not if she keeps doing this,” he replied bluntly. “Not even the Moon Goddess could save her then.”“She got that cut saving someone from a psycho,” Richard shot back immediately, his voice sharp. “Don’t blame her.”My wolf stilled.“She barely talks,” he continued, his tone shifting. “But she’s kind. She keeps everything bottled up inside, and that’s why she ended up drinking like this.”Then… he bowed low to Reuben.My breath caught.“Dr. Reuben,” Richard said, his voice shaking despite the strength he always carried, “I’m begging you. Save Ava’s hand.”The world seemed to pause.“Her life’s already been torn apart,” he went on. “Don’t let her future go too. She’s a genius at porcelain restoration. Even Mr. Oliver said so.”His voice dropped. “Please… help her.”My chest tightened. Richard… an alpha who never bowed to anyone. And yet, he had done it for me.Reuben's gaze shifted from Richard… back to me. I was still leaning against

Ava's POVVictor's face went stone-cold, the dark depths of his eyes threatening to swallow me whole. My wolf snarled at the pull of it, the magnetic danger, but I refused to be dragged under.“Don’t glare at me like that. You cheat, you break your vows, and the moment I call you out… you wear that monstrous expression. What? You want to hit me?”My wolf’s growl rumbled under my ribs. Instinct urged me to stand. I shoved the table aside and climbed out of bed, every movement sharp and controlled.In my rush, I stubbed my toe on the bedframe.“Damn it,” I hissed, kicking it in frustration. Even the bed was against me. My wolf snapped at it, teeth bared in irritation, muscles coiling with pent-up energy.Victor’s fury, burning hot just moments before, cracked. I sensed it in the subtle shift of his scent and the tremor of his hands. He seemed amused. I turned, walking toward the door.“There’s a banquet tomorrow,” he said finally, his voice low and restrained. “You’re coming with me.”I

Ava's POVEach word felt like claws scraping against my skin. I lowered my head slightly, exhaling slowly.This wasn’t what I wanted. I hadn’t come here for this.And yet… once again, I had dragged someone else into my war.My wolf quieted in guilt.Just then, a sharp cry cut through the air like a snapped bone.“...Ow!”Every wolf in the hall turned at once, attention snapping toward the source like a pack sensing blood.“Oh no, Ms. Stone, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you.”I blinked.It was the woman in red.Her scent was still laced with anger from our confrontation, but now it twisted with panic as she stood in front of Laura.“It’s alright,” Laura said softly.Her voice was gentle, almost melodic, like a lullaby meant to calm a restless beast.She gave a small smile, brushing the incident aside as if it meant nothing.“I should’ve been more careful. Don’t worry about it.”Her scent didn’t spike.Her heartbeat didn’t quicken.There was no irritation, no dominance, no t