Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by the Triplet Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Viene’s POV I woke up in my own bed, Nathan in the chair beside it, his eyes red like he hadn’t slept at all. “You collapsed,” he said, before I could ask. “Full blackout. You were out for six hours.” “Miel.” “Gone. He ran the second you went down. Guards tracked him to the tree line and lost him.” I pushed myself up, and my whole body ached in five distinct places, one for each line under my collarbone. “The lines. What happened?” “Neil has readings. He’ll explain them better than I can.” Nathan’s mouth was set in a way I recognized now, the look he got right before he made a decision nobody else got a vote on. “I’ve made a new rule. Effective immediately.” “Nathan.” “No unauthorized physical contact with you. Not staff, not guards, not Nolan, not Neil. Not me, until I understand what almost stopped your heart last night.” “That’s not a rule. That’s a cage.” “It’s the only variable I can actually control. I can’t control the Vault. I can’t control Miel. I can’t control wha

Viene’s POV Nathan came through the chamber door like the distance hadn’t slowed him down at all. “You went against my order,” he said to Neil, not even looking at me first. “You took her past the mapped section without clearing it with anyone.” “I cleared it with her,” Neil said. “That was always the deal.” “That deal ended the second I said no more Vault work.” “You said no more Vault work while you figured out what almost killed her. I told you I wasn’t stopping the investigation. You heard me say it.” “I heard you say it and I overruled it.” “You don’t get to overrule evidence, Nathan. You get to control who enters a room. You don’t get to control what the data means once it’s already in front of us.” I stepped between them before it climbed further. “Both of you, stop.” Neither of them stopped. “She has a name now,” Nathan said, mouth tight. “A second name. You’re telling me that’s not worth stopping for, worth being careful about, worth slowing down—” “I’m telling yo

Viene’s POV Neil called all of us to the study before dawn, which told me whatever he’d found hadn’t waited for morning to matter. “I found records,” he said, no preamble, folders stacked in front of him instead of just one. “Not legends. Not theory. Documentation. Multiple cases, going back further than the three cycles I already told you about.” Nathan sat across from him, arms crossed. “Cases of what?” “Multi-bond Lock formation. What’s happening to Viene isn’t unprecedented. It’s rare, and it’s been buried, but it’s happened before, more than once, and every single time it followed the same shape.” “What shape,” I asked. Neil opened the first folder and turned it so we could all see the diagram inside — a woman’s figure, lines radiating outward, numbered stages beside each one. “Multiple attachments form. The lines strengthen with contact, same as we’ve documented. Eventually they begin converging, same as your fourth and fifth lines. The structure reorganizes into somethin

Viene’s POV The pulse hit again before anyone could move, stronger this time, and the room around me stopped feeling like a room at all. I felt Nathan’s fear first. Not my own — his, sharp and specific, a fear shaped like watching someone die and being unable to stop it, old and worn smooth from being carried a long time. It wasn’t mine. I knew that way you know a borrowed coat isn’t yours, even wrapped around your shoulders. Then Neil’s memory. Not a feeling this time — an actual fragment, gone before I could hold it, something about a locked door and a name he’d been told never to say out loud. It moved through me and was gone, leaving only the ache where it had been. Then Nolan. His desire, plain and unguarded, no fear wrapped around it this time, just wanting, steady and warm, aimed entirely at me. All three at once. No separation between them. No sense of whose feeling belonged to whom, just a single flood moving through me with three different currents tangled so completel

Viene’s POV I didn’t wait for morning this time. I found Neil still in the study, exactly where he’d been all night, and sat down across from him without a word of preamble. “I want the previous cycle,” I said. “All of it. Whatever you actually have, not another piece at a time.” “Viene—” “No more fragments, Neil. You told me tonight that this is progression. That means I don’t have time for you to decide what I’m ready to hear.” He looked at me a long moment, and something in his face told me he’d already been expecting this conversation, maybe for weeks. “I’ll give you what the records prove,” he said. “Not what I guess. I need you to understand the difference, because some of what I know isn’t proof. It’s inference, and I won’t dress inference up as fact for you.” “Fine. Start with the proof.” He opened the folder he’d shown all of us hours earlier and turned it toward me. “There was another woman. Before Serah, possibly, or possibly Serah herself under an older cycle — t