THE ALPHA KING'S REJECTED OMEGA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The council chamber overlooked the eastern cliffs of Blackstone, where the first merchant caravans of the morning were already winding their way toward the city gates beneath the protection of royal guards. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating a table covered with maps, supply ledgers, engineering reports, and messages delivered from every allied kingdom before dawn. Unlike the desperate meetings that had become routine over the past months, today's gathering focused on rebuilding lives rather than surviving another battle. Even so, every person seated around the table understood that peace was only borrowing time.Kael arrived with Tanya walking beside him instead of behind him, a small change that escaped no one in the room. Rowan noticed several council members exchange surprised glances before quickly returning their attention to the reports spread across the table. In the past, Tanya would have stood quietly near the wall while the

The warning bells rang before the sun had fully climbed above Blackstone's eastern walls, their deep echoes rolling across the palace until every corridor fell silent. Servants abandoned half-finished chores, guards rushed to their assigned posts, and heavy iron gates slammed shut one after another until the fortress stood sealed from the outside world. The theft of the original prophecy spread through the palace like wildfire, transforming whispered conversations into anxious silence. Within minutes, the safest palace in the werewolf kingdoms no longer felt like a home but like a prison where every face had become a question.Kael remained on the balcony long after Rowan delivered the news, his gaze fixed on the awakening city below while his thoughts refused to leave the stolen prophecy. The cool morning breeze carried the scent of pine and fresh bread from the markets, reminders that ordinary people had already begun another day without knowing how cl

The corridor outside the Moon Queen's chambers remained silent long after Tanya walked away. The words her mother had spoken refused to leave her mind, repeating with every step until they became heavier than the palace walls surrounding her. She had entered that room hoping for truth and walked out carrying only another unanswered question. Somehow, uncertainty hurt far more than any lie she had endured. Kael watched her disappear down the corridor without calling her name. Every instinct inside him demanded that he pull her into his arms, promise to shoulder every burden, and somehow erase the pain written across her face. Shadowfang paced restlessly beneath his skin, distressed by the distance growing between their mate and themselves, but Kael remained where he stood. Some wounds could not be healed by strength alone. Rowan quietly closed the Moon Queen's chamber doors behind him and looked toward Kael with tired eyes. None of them spoke immediately because they understo

The prophecy lay open across Kael's desk long after midnight, its faded ink illuminated by the lone lantern that still burned inside his private study. Every other candle in the room had melted into hardened wax hours ago, yet he had not noticed the passing time. His eyes returned again and again to the final verse, searching for a meaning that would spare both his kingdom and the woman sleeping only a few corridors away. The Alpha King who had faced wars, rebellions, and death without hesitation found himself fearing a future written long before his birth for the first time since earning his title.Shadowfang paced restlessly beneath his skin, refusing the quiet that usually settled over them at night. The great wolf did not fear enemies who carried blades or armies marching toward Blackstone's walls because those battles could be fought with strength and strategy. This enemy demanded sacrifice instead of victory, asking a question neither king nor wol

The medical tower was suffocatingly silent after the assassination, save for the heavy, dripping echo of fluid pooling on the stone and the thick, metallic smell of fresh blood that hung in the air like a physical shroud. Two assassins lay dead near the threshold, their blackened lips bearing witness to the cruel potency of their own poison, while Elias remained entirely motionless upon the cot with dark arrows protruding from his chest. King Aldric knelt directly beside him on the blood-slick flagstones. The older king's hands were trembling violently, stained deep crimson as though he had desperately tried to hold life itself from slipping through his fingers. Kael crossed the vast, shattered room in three long strides instead of standing over the sovereign or demanding immediate tactical answers, Kael dropped quietly to one knee beside Aldric, ignoring the corpse entirely. His dark gaze locked onto the man whose face had lost every trace of royal composure, stripped bare of aut