The Alpha’s Ex-Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Irina's POV"Tell me what's going on, Kathrine," I said, my voice rising with each word. The frustration that had been building inside me finally spilled out. "You won't let me leave this place. Everywhere I go turns out to be the same. Not only that, but you're also saying you've been a bad sister to me. For goodness' sake, Kathrine, I need answers. I need freedom. I'm not a pet to be kept."I was yelling. I knew I was yelling. But I couldn't stop myself. The words kept coming, torn from some deep place inside me that had been silent for too long.Her reaction made me stop.She was crying. Silent tears streamed down her beautiful face, her blue eyes shimmering with…..grief. Why the hell was she crying? What had I said that was so terrible? I had only asked for the truth. I only wanted to understand.She stood up slowly, her movements graceful even in her sorrow. She walked toward me, her bare feet silent on the grass, and stopped when she was close enough to touch."You would get fre

Irina's POVKathrine hugged me tightly, her arms wrapped around me like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go. I held her back, feeling the warmth of her body, the steady beat of her heart against mine. My sister. After twenty-three years of being alone, I finally had a sister."So what happened to us later?" I asked, my voice still broken from crying. "After... after they died. What happened to us?"She pulled back slightly, her hands still on my shoulders, and nodded toward the clearing. "Look."I turned. The memory was shifting again, the scene changing before my eyes. Young Kathrine was still behind the boulder, the baby still in her arms. But the spell our mother had cast was fading. I could see it—the invisibility shimmering, the barrier weakening. As our mother died, the spell wore off.My eyes moved to Lena's body, still lying where she had fallen. A man was kneeling beside her now. He was tall, pale, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold centuries of sorrow. He

Ian's POVLindsey's father, Marcus, hurried toward me, his face split into a wide smile. He was a short, round man with clever eyes and a voice that grated on my nerves. He has been staying in the castle for the past few weeks, along with his wife, at Lindsey's suggestion. With the battle arising, she had said. They would be safer here.I frowned. The marriage with his daughter was only in name, and Marcus knew it. He knew I had never touched Lindsey, knew I had never marked her. And yet he smiled at me like I was his favorite son, like we were one happy family.I paid him no attention, walking past without a word. His smile faltered for just a moment, but he recovered quickly, falling into step beside me."We were worried about you, son," he said, his voice oily and insincere. "All those battles, all those Vodvak... a man in your position shouldn't be risking himself so recklessly. You have a pack to lead. A child on the way."I stopped walking, turning to face him. My expression mus

Irina's POVWe entered the chariots. I counted over twenty of us who went on the journey, and only me as the maid. Well, the Alpha's personal maid, as Mrs. Rose had made clear. The other eighteen men were warriors, seasoned fighters who had seen battles and survived them. Ian said they would take care of themselves.Now, I was staring at Ian. We were the only ones in this chariot, the heavy curtains drawn against the morning sun, the wheels rumbling beneath us. His beta, Michael, had been left behind in the kingdom to manage things in Ian's absence. It was just the two of us, sitting across from each other in the swaying carriage, the silence between us thick and charged.I would have love to ask him why we were on this journey and what we were looking for? Where were we going? But the words stuck in my throat, together with everything else I couldn't say."Say it," Ian said, his eyes fixed on my face."Huh?" I looked at him confused."You have something on your mind," he said, leanin

Irina's POV"I've always wanted to hear you call me that," he said, and the guards looked even more surprised at his words. Their Alpha, the stoic, unapproachable man, was chuckling. Over a maid. And worse even, say that to a maid.Ian turned to face the men, his expression shifting from warm to serious. "Irina is my rightful mate," he said, his voice carrying through the cave.Gasps echoed off the stone walls. Some of the guards looked shocked, their eyes wide. Others looked confused, glancing between Ian and me like they couldn't quite believe what they were hearing. A few—the older ones, the ones who had been around longer, nodded slowly, as if things were finally making sense.They stared at me, and to me, it looked like they saw through me. They saw what I really was. A maid. A servant. A girl who had been rejected and abandoned and left to scrub floors for my ex-mate and his Luna.I felt sad. Sad that I might not be their expectation. That no matter what Ian said, no matter how