The Alpha's Greatest Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 69

ALICE'S POV"John mentioned breakfast," I said.Drake was already out in the yard. The warrior he'd been sparring with was down on the ground, working his jaw. Drake had a hand out to him."You telegraph your lunges," Drake told him. "Fix that."The warrior nodded and limped off. Drake grabbed a towel, turned, and saw me. His face didn't change. He'd already known I was there."He doesn't flinch. I tested it." He worked the towel over the back of his neck. "He also told me about the Calloway gathering. What you found." He let the towel drop. "Alice. What did she do."I stopped walking. The light was flat and grey, more night than morning still."She put a sedative in Benjamin's drink. The night of the bonding ceremony. Seven years ago. He wasn't himself when he—""Dr. Watson."Morwen was coming fast from the clinic, her face tight. "Caleb's fever spiked overnight. I need you now."I turned to Drake. He'd started to say something and stopped."Go," he said.I ran.-----The fever broke

Benjamin POVMorning light filled the kitchen, that warm yellow that comes early and doesn't last, and the whole room smelled like pancakes.Lucian sat at the table, swinging his legs under the chair the way he always did — four years old, legs too short to reach the floor, swinging them anyway."Daddy, is Mommy coming home?"I heard footsteps on the stairs — Alice's footsteps, and he knew it before I did. His face went bright and he slid off the chair and ran for the sound, bare feet slapping the stone floor."Mommy's here!"I went after him, but my legs wouldn't move, wouldn't do anything I told them. Light was coming from under a door at the end of a hallway I didn't recognize, and his voice kept getting smaller until it wasn't there at all.I came awake hard, already sitting up.Dark ceiling. Shirt soaked through. On the nightstand: a glass of water, a bottle of antibiotics, a note in Alice's handwriting — she'd been here, while I slept, and I hadn't even felt it.I sat up slow, a

ALICE'S POVBenjamin's fever broke on a Tuesday. By Friday he was back in the council chamber and the training yard like nothing had touched him — except he wouldn't come within ten feet of me where anyone could see.He passed the clinic window three times that first morning. Three times his eyes found mine through the glass.Three times he kept walking.I had a stack of files and a supply request that had sat on Morwen's desk for a week. I picked up the next chart and called the next name.The coffee showed up the next morning. Seven o'clock, two cups, Benjamin filling the doorway, one shoulder braced against the frame, no closer than that.Black. No sugar.He set the second cup down without drinking from it. "Garrett's been asking about the bonding review schedule. Wanted you to hear it from someone before it hits the council floor."My pen stopped halfway through a signature. "What does that mean.""It means in nineteen days they expect to know if this—"He didn't finish it. He loo

ALICE'S POVThe mug was still on my desk when I came in. His. Blue ceramic, rinsed, set down the night before in the corner where the coffee cups used to go. I'd left it there without meaning to. I looked at it a moment, then opened the first file of the day.Morwen found me at eight with the schedule. Her eyes went straight to the mug. She didn't ask."Caleb's mother called. Six-week follow-up. She wants you to know he still has the wolf drawing.""Thursday.""Already scheduled." She set the folder down. "There's a woman in the waiting room. Not a patient. Her daughter was screened three weeks ago. She wants whoever's in charge.""Send her in."Petra's daughter was seven. The markers had come back high, and Petra had spent three weeks sure she was losing her. I walked her through what the numbers meant and what came next, until she left still scared — just scared about the right things now.She caught my hand at the door. "Thank you. Nobody took the time before."I watched her cross

Lisa’s POV "Did I say something wrong?" I asked, when he didn't speak. I reached over and touched the back of his hand — light, brief, a hand laid on a door to feel if the lock still held. It didn't. "I've upset you. I'm sorry. I don't get to say these things to anyone who listens.""No." He shook his head, slow, and turned his hand under mine. "This is more than I came here for." A beat. "My Alphas don't know any of this. Or maybe they suspect. Maybe that's why they sent me.""Then I'm glad it was my table you came to." I let the smallest break into it, the brave kind — I've earned that much. "I came back to this house because it was the only place that ever felt like mine. People have made me pay for that. If caring about a pack that forgot me is a crime, I've been guilty for years. But I won't stop telling the truth to the one person who'll finally hear it.""So am I glad." He closed his hand over both of mine, warm, deliberate. "You've been here from the start. You saw what the r