The Alpha's Private Library のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Emrys’s POVI lost it the moment I heard her moan my name.“Mia…” I whispered under my breath, barely audible even to myself.I had been standing in the shadows of her bedroom for what felt like an eternity, masked and silent, watching her. The sight of her on the bed in that thin silk nightdress, legs spread, the thick dildo buried inside her as she fucked herself to the memory of me. That alone had already pushed me to the edge. But when she moaned “Emrys…” in that broken, needy voice, something inside me snapped.My cock was raging hard, throbbing painfully against my pants, leaking steadily. I had two choices screaming in my head.Option one: step out of the shadows right now, rip that nightdress off her, and fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.Option two: free my cock right here in the darkness and stroke myself while watching her finish.Both were dangerous. Both would cross lines I wasn’t sure I could come back from.But then she froze. Her hand stilled. Her

Emrys’s POVThe last few days had been brutal.By day, I was just Emrys Sternwolfe, her student, and she ran from me. Fake phone calls, invented meetings, eyes that wouldn't meet mine across the lecture hall. Every avoidance cut deeper than I cared to admit.But at night, I became the masked stranger. That version of me got to touch her, taste her, and hear her fall apart. The mask had become my only safe space, and without it, the mate bond pushed too hard. My wolf wanted to claim her, mark her, and make her irrevocably ours. I couldn't let that happen until she knew the truth.Tonight, the air felt heavier. Like the bond itself knew something was about to break.I slipped through her window just after midnight. The scent of her hit me first. It was lavendar lotion, warm skin, and the sweet, unmistakable musk of arousal. My cock throbbed in response.Then I saw her.Mia stood in the middle of the room wearing a short baby-doll nightgown, Mickey Mouse printed across the chest, the he

The music in my ears was low, something with a slow, throbbing bass that matched the restless heat already pooling low in my belly. I stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly, smoothing the clingy black dress over my hips. It was one of my dresses that made me feel wanted. The dress was tight in all the right places, with the neckline dipping just enough to remind anyone looking that I had curves worth noticing. Trevor hadn’t seen me in three weeks. Three fucking weeks. Tonight was supposed to fix that ache, the one that had been building like a storm cloud I couldn’t outrun.We’d been together for eight months. Eight months of late replies, canceled plans, and sex that felt more like an afterthought than a need. I told myself it was just the distance. That it was his friends, his games, and his endless excuses. But tonight I’d shaved everything, lotioned my skin until it glowed, and slipped on the matching lace underneath like some desperate offering. Stupid!I already felt

Isabella’s POVMy fingers were buried deep inside my aching cunt when the first sharp knock shattered the silence.I froze. Pleasure fractured into panic. For years I had kept my body locked away. The hunter’s mark on my back demanded it. Touch meant exposure, and desire meant a crack in the armor my bloodline had died to forge. Tonight that armor had finally splintered. Legs spread wide, nightdress rucked around my waist, I chased release with desperate strokes, thumb circling my swollen bud as if I could outrun the loneliness.A broken whimper slipped free. I was so close. One more moment and I could pretend control still belonged to me.The knocking returned and it was harder this time. Urgent even.“Miss Ember! Open the door! He’s dying!”The voice sliced through everything. My body screamed to ignore it. To finish. To stay hidden. But duty, the same cursed healer’s instinct that kept me breathing in PeakPoint Pack, dragged me upright. I yanked my hand free, wiped the evidence

Lucan’s POVThe weight of the training blades felt familiar in my hands, yet today they did nothing to quiet the storm beneath my skin. I strode toward the training grounds of PeakPoint Pack, the morning air sharp with pine and distant rain. My mind kept circling back to her. Isabella. The hunter I had bound myself to in a moment of desperate necessity.I should have torn her throat out the moment I scented what she truly was. Instead I had bound her to me with vows and blood. A necessary evil, I told myself. The silver still lingered in my blood, and only her forbidden knowledge could burn it out, but necessity was becoming something far more perilous. Something that threatened my control as Alpha.The memory pulled me back to that first night in her small cabin, silver poison burning like liquid fire through my veins. Pain had clouded everything until her scent hit me, warm woman, ripe arousal, something wild and sweet beneath the medicinal herbs. My body had responded instantly,