The Alpha's Greatest Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ALICE'S POVI was reviewing Caleb’s discharge paperwork when Benjamin appeared in the doorway.Not his face — his hands, where they rested against the frame. The skin was broken across the first two knuckles in the specific way that comes from grip, not impact. Not an accident.He hadn’t knocked. His face was pale, his jaw had set, a small locked thing, and I set my pen down.“Benjamin. What are you doing here?”“I need to tell you something.” He stepped inside and closed the door. The latch caught with a click that was too loud for the room. “Something you should hear from me before you hear it from anyone else.”He stayed near the door, hands at his sides. Visible.“What happened?”“Two days ago, Callum told me Lisa had been contacting the pack elders. Raising concerns about your fitness to treat children.” He stopped. Started again. “Citing your history of mental instability after Lucian’s death.”Forty-seven ceiling tiles. The plastic chair in the corner. I pressed my hand flat aga

ALICE’S POVBenjamin stood in my doorway, pale, and I knew. Callum had told him I'd gone to Lisa's alone."You went to Lisa's house." His voice was rough. "Alone.""I did.""Why?" He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. His hands hung at his sides, the fingers opening and closing. "After everything I told you. After what I did—""Because Lily came to see me."He went still. "Lily?""She was crying when she came to my office. She told me what her mother was planning, and she asked me to help you." I held his eyes. "She watched you attack her mother, Benjamin. And she still came to me and asked me to help you."He didn't say anything. His face had gone very still."So I went to Lisa's. I told her that if she took this to the council, I'd stand up in that room and tell them everything. She stood down."He looked at me a long moment, and I didn't have a word for it."You protected me," he said."I protected the truth. There's a difference.""Is there?"I didn't answer. Outside, th

BENJAMIN’S POVThe courier didn't even stop at the gate. Motorcycle caked with road dust, engine still running while he handed the folder off to the duty officer, already turning back before the man's hand had closed on it.Three Alpha signatures — Damian, David, Drake Watson. Shadow Moon had made up its mind. And the engine already fading down the road meant they'd done it overnight.Callum set it on my desk ten minutes later. All three Watson brothers. I gave those signatures a long look and took my time about what to do with them."They know what her work is worth," Callum said."They mobilized overnight.""Yes." He said it carefully.I opened the folder. Alice's credentials verified point by point, her patient outcomes laid out with citations and expert testimony, every allegation Lisa had filed taken apart with clinical precision. This wasn't a form letter. This was a legal division that had worked straight through the night — not sending a message, not making a gesture, just doin

BENJAMIN’S POVShe was already gone by the time I finished reading.I stood in the training yard with the cold coming up off the ground and read it again, because the first time through I'd been busy deciding it was wrong. It wasn't wrong. Eloise Vance had written it the morning after in a clean clinical hand — disorientation, memory loss, a bitter taste consistent with a sedating compound — and some council member who'd had the decency to leave the pack since had buried it inside forty-eight hours. Seven years ago. A complaint filed by a healer who knew exactly what she was looking at, and a signature closing it before the ink dried.So it was Lisa. Of course it was Lisa. I'd half-known the shape of it for years and called the knowing something else, and now there was a piece of paper making me say the word, and the word was Lisa, and underneath the heat that wanted to go to her I kept catching on the part that wouldn't move — that the proof had been sitting in a file the whole tim

ALICE'S POVThe screening program was running again, and the pediatric wing was full before nine.Morwen had been directing traffic since before the first families came through the door, and by the time they did, she had it moving. The nurses went back and forth with charts and coffee cups. Parents came in nervous and went home relieved. I worked through my list.Remy was my first follow-up of the day.He came in holding his mother's hand, a piece of paper pressed to his chest. The allergic reaction was behind him — his color good, his breathing clear, his eyes bright. He climbed onto the examination table without being asked and held the paper out."Dr. Watson, I made you something."A stethoscope, more or less. The tubing looped in directions that had nothing to do with physics. The chest piece was about the size of a dinner plate."It's beautiful," I said."The listening part is too big. I know. But I wanted you to hear everything."I pinned his drawing to the wall above my desk.H