Alpha's Little Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Keiran’s POVTonight is shaping up to be a disaster of epic proportions, nothing at all like how I pictured the day I’d become an official pack member.A pack welcoming ceremony is supposed to be a celebration, but any celebratory feeling is lost in the shadow of last night’s violence and bloodshed. Everyone is already nervous and on edge, and the gruesome sight of a head mounted on a spike in the center of the compound certainlydoesn’t help matters.But Alpha Randy insisted we go through with the ceremony anyway.The decision makes sense, I suppose. The challenge last night didn’t result in a shift of power since Randy won, but he probably wants to give the impression that doing so was so easy that everything is already back to normal. He wants to show how unaffected he is by the whole thing which—unfortunately for me—means performing this welcoming ceremony as scheduled.And as soon as I shift, I’m as good as dead.This might be my first time shifting with the pack, but it’s not ac

Keiran’s POV4 years later…I’m in Hell and this is definitely not where I belong. No really, I’m in the lower level of Heaven & Hell, a gay club in downtown Chicago, which is absolutely not where I’m supposed to be working tonight.“Jerry, look at me,” I say to the bartender as I gesture at my outfit of strappy sandals, silver hotpants, white wings, and glitter. Lots and lots of glitter. I couldn’t look more out of place if I tried. “I’m supposed to be working the floor upstairs.”Jerry glances down at the schedule clipped to the bar. “Says you’re down here tonight.”“But…” I turn around and point at my back. “I’ve got fucking wings.”He shrugs. “Take ‘em off then.”I let out an exasperated sigh. Jerry isn’t going to budge. He’s one of those ‘do what I’m told’ type of guys and he won’t go against whatever’s written on that stupid schedule without someone much more important than me telling him it’s okay. If he were a shifter instead of a human, he would make some Alpha a damn good se

Keiran’s POVRemy’s bodyguards aren’t distracted for long. I’ve just reached the bottom of the stairs when I hear them crashing down the hallway after me. Losing them shouldn’t be too hard, though. I know my way around this place better than they do. I take a sharp left and dart into the kitchen, through a staff door, and onto the loading dock on the side of the club, leaving me only fifty yards or so away from the street.Unfortunately, I completely forgot about the other shifters.This side of the building is closer to the entrance Remy and I used, and Greg and his buddies are standing at the mouth of the narrow passage leading to the street. They’re likely trying to figure out how to get past Denny and Pike or maybe just waiting another twenty minutes until last call when the club’s going to clear out. Whatever it is they’re doing, it complicates things since they’re blocking my only way out.At least their backs are to me. For now.I catch the door and gently guide it shut. Alread

Keiran’s POVBeing kidnapped sucks. Zero out of five. Would not recommend, especially if these idiots are the kidnappers. They don’t even have a proper vehicle. Instead, I’m sandwiched between Greg and Paulie in the cramped backseat of a fucking Ford Fiesta. The third guy, Jake a.k.a. Douche One, is driving. I almost want to ask them why I don’t rate the tricked out SUV they were trying to shove Remy into, but I don’t want to antagonize them too much.Beyond twisting my arm and forcing me into the vehicle, they haven’t actually hurt me and I’m smart enough not to make things worse for myself.Unfortunately, I get the impression that the only reason I’m not already in a bloody heap somewhere is because their Alpha prefers to deal with trespassers himself.Or something like that.And, at least for now, that’s all these guys think I am: a trespasser who didn’t ask for permission to be in their Alpha’s territory, albeit one who interrupted whatever plans they had for Remy. Hopefully, they

Julian’s POVDante warned me. He said the guy who rescued Remy was going to be trouble, but I’m fairly certain my second had no idea exactly how much trouble. Keiran being an omega is one thing, but apparently he’s also my fated mate, the absolute last thing I expected to find here in Chicago. And finding my fated mate is also the last thing I needed on top of all the other complications of this trip.It was supposed to be simple.The bi-annual Midwest Alpha Summit is a glorified business conference, complete with laminated name badges and terrible coffee. All I wanted was to make an appearance—as required—maybe make small talk with another Alpha or two, shore up some alliances, and then go home. But now…From the corner of my eye, I glance at the shifter standing next to me in the elevator. There’s no question that he’s stunning. He’s a little more than half a foot shorter than me and slender but toned with lean muscle. Black hair sets off the blue-gray color of his eyes and the size