After My Death, My Alpha Mother Finally Regretted It のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Less than two hours later, the footage from outside the arena exploded across the pack's communication network.The trending tags climbed fast.Wolves from every settlement praised my mother as an "iron-blooded Alpha mother" who had raised a genius warrior. Parents flooded the comment sections begging for her methods.Back at home, my mother sat in her old, worn beastfur armchair, cradling her communication crystal and laughing until she nearly fell over. In the dim moonlight, that face twisted with excitement looked almost monstrous."You see that? The kid your useless father left behind, I turned her into the pack's first-ranked warrior.""He can regret it all he wants.""Everyone who looked down on me, I'll put them all under my feet."And then, mid-sentence, she stopped.The hand holding the crystal trembled slightly. Her gaze went distant, landing somewhere far away.She was thinking about that night.It was not long after I was born, less than three months.My father had come thr

I watched my mother's frozen expression, and a memory surfaced from a year ago.Coach Kane had discovered something unusual, my aptitude for perception-type combat arts. It wasn't just strong; it was genuinely rare. He had purchased specialized perception-amplifying ore out of his own pocket, and gone to my mother to make a case: let me develop as a perception-specialist, not the brute-force path, but the one that actually fit what I was.Perception-type warriors were almost unheard of in pack society. Those who developed the ability fully often became the true strategic core of an entire pack, the kind that couldn't be replaced with raw power.What did he get for that?My mother went to the pack council and screamed at him directly: "Perception-types are useless. Can't fight. Any wolf with strong perception is just like that pack-betraying father she has, weak where it counts. My daughter takes the pure combat path. She does what I say."Coach Kane was eventually pressured into filing

Coach Kane's words hit the crowd like a thunderclap, and the noise died.I floated in the air above, my soul-shape already growing transparent at the edges.After the satisfaction of seeing this come to its end, those words caught me off guard too. What rose up in me wasn't triumph anymore, just an exhaustion that went to the bone and the hollow emptiness of someone about to dissolve.Then a strange pulse reached me from my side.A young male ghost, clean-featured, dressed in an old-style training uniform, was standing quietly next to me. I hadn't heard him arrive.He looked almost exactly like me.A small crescent moon birthmark sat at the corner of one eye, the blood-lineage mark of the Hale bloodline.He gently reached out and touched my shoulder with the tips of his fingers.Because of the shared bloodline, the moment we made contact, a wave of memory crashed into me, enormous and terrible.The truth was this: he was the real Kai Hale.My brother. And my actual name was Lily Hale.

Time moved as it always does, quietly, without asking permission.A few years later, it was early summer again.The pack's sacred calendar turned to another round of the annual Ascension Trials. The entire settlement cleared the way for those competing.Outside the arena, the crowd was just as dense as ever. Wolves from every family watched anxiously, hoping to see their children shine.But somewhere along the outer edge of the crowd, there was no longer a woman in a deep crimson robe, no one with a strange set of rune tokens in her fist and that particular fire burning in her eyes.Beneath an old cypress tree outside the containment ward, Coach Kane stood alone in the dappled shade.His hair had gone completely white. His shoulders had curved with the years. His face carried every season that had passed.He held a bundle of pure white moonflowers, damp with morning dew, and looked toward the arena's closed gates with quiet, grieving eyes.The early summer wind moved through the cypres