My Alpha Rejected Me Then Discovered I was Billionaire Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Kade's POV"Show me," I said, already moving toward the door.Nora was right behind me, envelope still clutched in her hand, and Elder Morrison called after us that he'd alert the perimeter patrol before following at whatever pace his cane allowed. I didn't wait for him. Some things needed eyes on the ground fast, before whatever trail we'd found went any colder than it already had.My security lead, a steady, unshakeable wolf named Torres who'd served Blackridge for a decade, met us at the tree line with two others fanned out along the property edge, all of them tense and alert in a way I recognized from more dangerous nights than I liked remembering."Here," Torres said, crouching down near a patch of soft ground just past the fence line, pointing to a set of prints pressed clear into the dirt. "Single set, moving in about an hour ago, based on how the moisture's settled into the impression. Whoever it was stood here a while." He gestured toward a spot with a clear line of sight to

Nora's POVTorres and two others swept the property within minutes, and came back with nothing — no scent trail that made sense, no sign of entry or exit through the fence line, nothing at all except the plain envelope sitting exactly where I'd found it."That's not possible," Torres said, frustration plain in his voice. "We've had eyes on this porch every minute since this morning. Nobody came through that we didn't see.""Somebody clearly did," Kade said, though there was more thoughtful curiosity in his voice than frustration. "Which tells us something important about who we're actually dealing with.""That she's better at this than your entire security detail," I said, turning the envelope over carefully in my hands."That, or she's not human at all in the way we're assuming," Kade said slowly. "There are wolves who can mask scent, move quiet enough to slip past even a trained patrol. It's rare. It takes years of very specific, very difficult practice most wolves never bother with

Nora's POVGunfire cracked through the trees again, closer this time, and I flattened myself harder against the cold, damp ground behind the fallen tree, my heart hammering so loud I could barely hear anything else over it."Torres, positions," Kade shouted, and I heard the answering calls come back from his people scattered through the dark, still holding, still fighting, but clearly outmatched in numbers for the moment."How many of them are there," I asked, breathless."Too many to have shown up here by accident." Kade's voice was tight, controlled, every ounce of his attention split between watching for the next attack and keeping his body angled protectively between me and the muzzle flashes still lighting up the trees. "This was planned days ago, maybe longer. Nobody assembles a team like this on an hour's notice."Elder Morrison had gone quiet beside us, pressed low against the same fallen tree, his cane abandoned somewhere in the scramble for cover, his face pale and grim in t

Nora's POVWe met her two days later, at a small, unremarkable diner just off the county highway, chosen specifically, Rachel said, because Eleanor had picked it herself for reasons she wouldn't fully explain until we arrived.I understood the moment we walked in. The woman sitting alone in the back booth, gray threading through dark hair pulled into a simple braid, wasn't hiding at all anymore, not the way the letters had suggested she'd need to. She sat facing the door, calm and steady, watching us approach with an expression that mixed exhaustion and something achingly close to hope.Rachel froze in the doorway for a long moment, staring at the woman she'd believed dead for most of her life, and I watched thirty years of grief and confusion play out across her face in the space of a few seconds."Mom?" Her voice came out small, uncertain, nothing like the composed, calculating woman I'd first met at Elder Morrison's office weeks ago.Eleanor rose slowly from the booth, and for a mo

Kade's POV"Stop the convoy," I said into the radio, already scanning the road ahead for any sign of the checkpoint the lead car had described. "Nobody approaches until we know exactly what we're dealing with.""Copy that, Alpha. Holding position half a mile back."I looked over at Nora, who'd gone very still and very focused, the same expression she wore whenever fear started converting itself into strategy instead of panic."If Agatha's people set up a fake checkpoint," she said slowly, "then she's not planning an ambush the way she did at the cabin. Checkpoints mean she wants something that looks official. Something that gives her people a reason to stop us without immediately triggering a fight.""Papers," I said, understanding hitting fast. "She's going to try something with authority instead of force. Claim some technicality about the divorce, the waiting period, pack law.""Elder Morrison confirmed the waiting period ended at midnight," Nora said. "I have the paperwork. There s