The Alpha’s Ex-Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ian's POVI didn't know she would be so good in combat.When the goblins had swarmed us on the narrow mountain path, I had shouted at Irina to stay back, to hide inside the carriage, to let my guards handle the fight. But she hadn't listened. Before I could stop her, she had thrown herself into the fight. And she had been magnificent.Her movements were quick, precise, almost dance-like. She dodged and weaved and struck with a ferocity that took my breath away. She proved to me she wasn't weak, and I was proud. So proud I could barely contain it.While fighting the goblins, I had looked at her with pride blazing in my chest. She is my woman, I thought, even though I had no right to claim her. Even though I had thrown away that right five years ago.But watching her fight, watching her hold her own against creatures that had made seasoned warriors tremble... I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to earn back what I had lost.We found a cave to shelter in for the night. The s

Anikta's POVI and Leon had been getting along pretty well lately.It surprised me, honestly. After the intensity of that first night I had expected things to be awkward between us. But they weren't. We fell into an easy rhythm, learning each other's habits, each other's quirks. We got to know little things about our dislikes and likes.He hated mushrooms. I loved them. He preferred waking early; I would sleep until noon if no one bothered me. He drank his tea black; I needed honey, lots of it. Small things, insignificant things, but they built a bridge between us.Sylvia had been calm and nice, too. Almost too nice. She smiled at me, spoke to me, treated me like a sister. But I wasn't one to let my guard down, especially when I knew she loved Leon. I had seen the way she looked at him, the way she touched his arm, the way her voice softened when she spoke his name. She wanted more than friendship. She always had.And Leon? Leon seemed blind to it. Or maybe he chose to be blind. Eithe

Katherine's PovI knew who always called me that. Only one person in the world used that nickname, and the sound of it made me smile despite everything."Avon," I said, turning from the window. I moved toward him, greeting him with our normal handshake, a complicated series of slaps and grips that we had invented together. I grinned, feeling lighter than I had all day.It had only been a month since I met him. A month since he had stumbled into my secluded corner of the kingdom, lost and curious and utterly unafraid. At first, I had used him. I'll admit it. I wanted to know about the happenings of Redmoon Pack, about Irina, about the pack, about anything that might help me protect my sister. If I had asked Edward's subordinates, he would have found out. He would have known I was trying to contact her. But Avon was different. He asked no questions. He demanded no explanations. He just... talked. And listened. And somehow, without meaning to, we became really close.He was blond and goo

Irina's POVWe had been on the road for at least two days now. The landscape had changed from familiar forests to rolling hills, from well-trodden paths to narrow trails that barely qualified as roads. The air was different here, it was crisper, cleaner, tinged with the scent of pine. We stopped for breaks every few hours, letting the horses rest, letting the men stretch their legs. So far, we hadn't encountered any major threats. No Vodvak, no goblins, no evil witches. Just the quiet whisper of the wind and the steady rhythm of hooves on dirt.I set the logs of wood down and helped the guard light the fire. The flames caught quickly, crackling and snapping in the evening air."Lady Irina, you can sit. I'll do everything," the guard said, reaching for the cooking pot.I playfully huffed, swatting his hand away. "I'm a servant here, so let me do my work, okay?" I said drily."Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender, a sheepish grin on his face.I set to work, cooking some local del

Irina's POVI wondered why Ian had exclaimed like that. One moment we were lying in each other's arms, my five tails wrapped around us, and the next he was pulling back with that look of pure astonishment on his face."Fascinating," he said, and he was staring at my ear.I furrowed my brows and reached up, touching the side of my head. My ear was soft. Softer than it should have been. And definitely not the shape I usually touched. It was longer, pointed, covered in a fine layer of fur that matched my tails.Ian searched through his bag and pulled out a small mirror, handing it to me. I took it with trembling fingers and lifted it to my face.Jeez. My ear was like that of a fox. Pointed, elegant, covered in red and gold fur. It kind of suited me, actually. It made me look... different. Special.I grinned, unable to help myself, and Ian kissed my cheek."You look beautiful," he said softly. "You look like you."I melted in his arms, my heart full despite the chaos of the past few days.