CHAINED TO THE CURSED ALPHA’S BED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Hannah's POVI dragged the scrub brush across the concrete floor, the sharp scent of bleach burning my eyes and filling my lungs. It's still dark outside and my knees hurt from the hours of kneeling on them, but I didn’t stop because I still have lots of work left to be done.My slender hands are rough from years of hard chore, gripping the brush tighter. I could feel the freckles on my honey-brown skin getting tight as sweat forms on my arms.My dark curls were pulled back into a bun but some strands kept sticking to my neck. I am twenty-four years old. At twenty-four, I have gotten really good at making myself seem invisible, just another person in the background, in this big pack house where nobody really pays much attention to.My large amber eyes stayed fixed on the floor. Looking up only invited trouble and I've learnt enough lessons about that. I hadn't always been the lowest of the low, a wolf-less omega scrubbing other people’s dirt, I was abandoned at birth, left on the edge

Declan’s POVI was sitting at the head of the mahogany table in the private meeting room. This room is only used for serious and secret meetings.The lights were turned down low so they were not too bright. This made long shadows fall across the faces of the six pack elders that I had specifically invited.Dr. Priya Nair’s absence was deliberate. I didn’t inform her of this meeting and my plans because I know she would have fought this plan with every medical and moral bone in her body, so it’s better she remained ignorant for now.My hands were steady on the table, but my stomach is twisted like it had been knotted with wire. As Aaron’s beta and cousin, I had watched him deteriorate for eight years but I can’t stand it anymore, I had to act.“Another blood moon in three days,” I began, my voice low and clipped. “The last one nearly killed him. He destroyed two floors, three enforcers are still recovering. If the curse surges again like that, we won’t be able to hide it from the pack…

Hannah’s POVI moved through the compound quietly, my head down, that was the trick to surviving here, be useful enough not to be punished and invisible enough not to be noticed.The social brutality of Crescenthood pack members never stops. A beta might shove past me in the hallway without a word. A group of deltas could laugh loudly about the wolf-less freak while I scrubbed nearby, knowing I could hear every word. I had mastered the art of not reacting, because that would only make things worse for me. This morning I was assigned to the lower courtyard garden, pulling weeds, sweeping fallen leaves, and cleaning the stone paths before the higher ranks came out for training. My hands were already dirty by nine o’clock, my back aching from bending over the flowerbeds.Then the small footsteps started.At first I thought it was my imagination, but then I heard it again followed me from flowerbed to flowerbed. I straightened up slowly and turned.A little boy, maybe five years old, st