The lost Alpha’s wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Drago followed her gaze. The blond man was standing behind him with two other guys.“You think you’re tough now?” the blond man sneered.Drago took a good look at him and his companions. He could easily disarm all three of them without breaking a sweat.“I’ll give you two options. Like I said before, you’d better walk away now… or let your friends carry you out.”The blond man scoffed and stepped forward until they were standing face to face.“I don’t think I’ll be walking away, big guy,” he said, and his companions burst into laughter.Drago remained unfazed.“I’m not going to do a thing,” he said calmly. “She will.”Sharon had already gotten to her feet. She walked past Drago and stopped directly in front of the blond man.“And what do you think she’s going to do?” the blond man laughed.Sharon smiled.Without warning, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed her forehead against his.A sickening crack echoed through the bar.The man staggered backwards, clutching his b

It was late when she shoved the covers aside and climbed out of bed. All that crying had left her feeling sick and unable to sleep. She slipped into her sparring clothes and sneaked out to the training house. The darkness gave her the cover she needed to slip past the relaxed guards, who were chatting and laughing loudly at whatever story one of them was telling.The path was dark, but the moon cast enough light for her to make out the way to the training house. She moved slowly, her steps weighed down by the ache in her heart.Soon, she reached the training house. It was pitch black inside, and she couldn’t switch on the lights without risking someone discovering she was there. Her wolf’s enhanced vision would have helped if it hadn’t been stripped away along with the rest of her abilities.“Watch what you’re saying. I can hear you,” her wolf warned.“Good. I wanted you to,” she replied nonchalantly. She pulled out her phone and lowered the screen brightness before searching for her

“What was that?” she asked, following his gaze. He turned back to face her. “Nothing. I thought I heard something,” he lied, not wanting to tell her that Sharon had been standing there only a few seconds ago. She didn’t look like she believed him, but she let it go and returned to their conversation. “You were saying?” “Never mind.” She stared at him, her eyes narrowing in the darkness. He could see her clearly despite the night her dry lips, her puffy eyes, and her lush hair. She had tied it up, but a few loose strands had escaped and framed her face. She looked fierce, yet so vulnerable that all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms. “Well, I have a lot to say. You’re going to let me bury my aunt, and then after Rosie’s birthday, you’ll divorce me like you promised.” “Fine.” “Then you need to promise you’ll help me find whoever killed my aunt. You obviously know she was murdered, judging by the way you accused me of being the culprit.” Avira tilted her head a

She pulled him into the room and quickly shut the door.“What are you doing here?” she asked.“I came to see you.”It was such a simple response.Was he playing a prank on her? He had come to see her in an Alpha’s house, especially one who didn’t like him at all.“Came to see me? I thought we agreed to meet today. Why would you come here?”“Calm down, Avira. You’re getting too worked up,” he said gently.Avira took a deep breath, trying to calm her frayed nerves.“I am calm. Now, for the Goddess’ sake, why are you here, T? And how did you even get in here in the first place?”“Can we sit down?” he asked, looking completely unbothered by the whole situation, as though it were perfectly normal for a werewolf hunter to be inside a house full of wolves.She stared at him for a long moment before taking a seat. He sat opposite her.“So? Answer my questions already.”Thiago nodded.“Neil called me over.”“Neil?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Apparently, the Werewolf Council sent someone to me, asking that

“There is nothing to say, Malia,” Avira said as Malia stared at her expectantly.“Come on! Don’t be a party pooper,” Malia whined.“Language, Malia. Rosie can hear you,” Avira hissed warningly.“What is parry popee?” Rosie asked, unable to pronounce the words properly.“You see!” Avira threw at Malia.“It’s nothing, my darling.”Avira dropped Rosie down. She was quite heavy for a soon-to-be four-year-old, and all that carrying had weakened her arm.“Now! Why did you run off without telling your Aunt Malia?” Avira asked, patting down her rumpled dress.“I wanted to see you,” she said slowly.Avira kissed her lovingly on the forehead. The fact that this child had no clue that she was her mother and still wanted to be around her so much warmed her heart. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, letting out a soft, contented purr. They both knew by instinct that Rosie was theirs.“But next time, you need to inform Aunt Malia before leaving your room,” Avira warned firmly.“Yes, no running aroun