My Secret Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Louve POVThe moment I stepped out of Lynx's mansion, the air felt different. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I got into my car. My mind was still replaying everything that had just happened inside.A slow smile spread across my face. Because I know nothing can come between my Alpha and me. I would do anything to protect my love for him.I exhaled sharply.Without further delay, I ignited my car.While I was driving, my phone buzzed beside me. It was Selin. Without hesitation, I picked up the call. Her tone wasn't normal. It wasn't just casual.I began to imagine, as I was so furious at how they dared to injure my bestie."Come see me at home," Selin's voice cuts in."I'm on my way," I assured her as I increased the accelerator, speeding faster.The road stretched ahead of me. Quiet and dim under the fading evening light.Streetlights flickered on one after the other. My thoughts kept drifting.Back to Lynx.Back to us and everything I tried so hard to bury."Why now?"

Louve POV A loud, aggressive banging shattered the quiet morning."Open the door! I know you're in there!"My eyes snapped open instantly. The sound echoed through the house again but harder this time, like whoever was outside had no intention of stopping. I sat up sharply, my senses already alert. Beside me, Selina groaned softly, her face tightening as she tried to shift in the bed."Ugh... not again," she muttered weakly.My brows furrowed. The bang became louder and louder."Again?" I asked, already swinging my legs off the bed. Before I could walk towards the door, the voice came again, louder and angrier."If you don't open this door, right now, I swear I will break it down!"My expression changed, as I couldn't waste any seconds opening the door. That wasn't just knocking; it was intimidation. This time I approached the door; my patience was gone.The moment I opened it. I saw a man standing outside, and he was about to raise his hand again, ready to bang. He froze in mid-air

Odin POV The iron gates slid open before I could even make a stop. That alone told me enough. Maybe Alexander was already expecting trouble. I stepped out of the car, my boots hitting the stone driveway with quiet authority. The night air was cool but wrapped around the estate like a warning—thick and far, too still for a place heavily guarded.The building stood tall under the moonlight, its windows glowing faintly. Guards lined the perimeter, more than usual. Their eyes tracked me, calculating and observing. Not in fear but preparation, which is good.I adjusted my coat and walked forward without hesitation. No one stopped me. No one spoke. They knew who I was.The door opened before I could make a knock.Alexander's wife, Margaret, was the one who opened. Having noticed my facial expression, she knew it wasn't time for chats or gestures. She clearly understood. Leaving me to meet Alexander. Warmth greeted me, not comfort. The tension followed in. Alexander is sitting on his favor

Louve POV The moment I stepped out of the room, the air shifted. The atmosphere I felt around me wasn't the same as before. Not subtle but violent. A sharp crash echoed from the far end of the hall—metal bending, something breaking through like a force. Without wasting much time, I moved through the corridor; my wolf surged instantly."They are here. I know." I muttered beneath my breath.Guards rushed past me, their footsteps fast and urgent, their expressions firm but right with focus. The calm control from earlier had been broken. And this was no longer preparation. This is what and whatever they've got or came with; we are always on alert and ready to face any enemy, any strike, or any counterattack. There was another crash, and it was closer this time. There was another crash, and it was closer this time. For a moment I had to think, "Which pack would come up with a war against us or maybe opposers?" It doesn't matter who's out there creating chairs in our territory. We will put

Lynx POVThe sound of impact echoed through the training room. My fist slammed into the heavy bag, the chain above it rattling with each hit. Sweat dripped down my temple and my bare muscular chest, my breathing steady but controlled. Every touch carried weight, louder and thicker with every hit. I wasn't training; I was thinking, and that was dangerous. The air in the room smelled of leather and steel. The walls absorbed everything: the noise, tension, and frustration. It was the only place in the mansion that didn't feel like it belonged to my family. Another punch; it was harder. The bag swung violently this time. My jaw tightened.Four weeks.That was what they gave me. A dry scoff left my lips as I stepped back, rolling my shoulders slightly. They knew who I was, but they just tried to overlook that. They really thought I would fall in line. They always did.My chest rose and fell slowly as I reached for the towel draped over the nearby chair, wiping the sweat from my face. The s