Rejected Omega, Alpha's Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

CHAPTER 71 — When Drago EnteredThe festival had been loud since sunset—too loud, too crowded, too full of visiting Alphas who didn’t know how to sit down or shut up. Lanterns swung overhead, casting shifting gold light across the field. Drums rolled in uneven rhythms, wolves shouted over one another, and the scent of roasted meat clung to the air, thick enough to taste. Crescent Moon’s territory pulsed with life, but beneath all of that noise, there was a rhythm. A subtle undercurrent. A shift in the air whenever something important moved.Bloodfang felt it first.A sharp pull. A shift in the crowd. A thread tightening in the air.I turned my head just in time to see Alara slip out of the healer’s tent—quiet, deliberate, moving with a purpose that had nothing to do with festival wandering. Her mother reached for her, fingers brushing empty air, and hissed her name under her breath.Alara didn’t stop. She didn’t look back. She didn’t hesitate.She was following Chase.Bloodfang rose i

CHAPTER 73 — When the Silence BrokeDrago’s aura didn’t just rise—it hit the clearing like a physical force, a pressure wave that rolled across the packed earth and slammed straight into my ribs. Sylvie jolted inside me, sharp and alert, bracing like she was preparing for impact. Chase remained calm as he stepped closer to me, ready to protect.I felt him before I saw him.A surge of heat. A spike of pressure. A territorial warning that made the ground hum beneath my boots.The festival noise behind us—laughter, drums, shouting—thinned into a distant roar, like it belonged to another world entirely. Here, past the lantern line, the air was colder, tighter, sharper. Shadows stretched long across the ground, bending around the three wolves locked in a moment that felt too fragile to breathe through.Adrian stepped out of the shadows, jaw tight, shoulders coiled, Drago burning behind his eyes like molten gold. His aura rolled across the clearing, heavy and furious, slamming into Chase’s

Chapter 75 When Drago Reached PastThe tent felt too small the moment Aldrich closed the flap behind us, sealing the three of us inside with nothing but lantern‑light and the pressure of everything we hadn’t said for five years. The canvas walls breathed with the wind outside, but the air inside felt tight, compressed, like the space itself was bracing for impact.Sylvie pressed hard beneath my ribs, silent but coiled. She wasn’t pushing. She wasn’t clawing. She wasn’t trying to rise. She was holding—sharp, tense, ready. Her presence felt like a storm crouched low to the ground, waiting for the next strike to decide whether to break.Adrian stood near the center of the tent, shoulders tight, jaw locked, aura too high. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know what was pushing at him from the inside. He didn’t know who was pushing.But I did.Sylvie did.Drago did.Aldrich didn’t sit. He stood between us, grounding the space with the kind of authority that didn’t need volume or threat. His ey

Chapter 77.---What Sarena Tried to Bury The silence inside the tent felt heavier than Drago’s body—thick, pressing, almost suffocating. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs, too loud in the stillness. Drago didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe in a way that looked human. He waited like time itself had bowed to him.Aldrich stepped forward, shoulders squared, dominance settling around him like a mantle. His hand didn’t tremble; it hovered near my arm with purpose, steady and protective. “Alara… think before you do this.”Drago’s ear twitched, the smallest shift, but Aldrich didn’t freeze. He held his ground, jaw tight, gaze sharp. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on mine, unbroken, unwavering, burning with something that wasn’t anger anymore.Expectation.“Say it,” Drago murmured, voice low enough that the ground vibrated beneath my feet. “Or walk away.”Walk away. From the truth. From the wound. From the five years of silence.My throat tightened. “If I say it… what happens?”

CHAPTER 79---The Summons Written in BloodNo one in Crescent Moon had known where I went after the rejection. Not my parents. Not the elders. Not Adrian. I made sure of it. I left without a trace, without a goodbye, without anything that could be followed.Five years of silence. Five years of distance. Five years of rebuilding myself somewhere no one could reach me.Seattle had been my refuge. My anonymity. My freedom.Until Mateo saw me.I still remembered the moment he walked into my bakery—Gamma Mateo, Adrian’s shadow, the wolf who never missed anything. He didn’t approach me. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even let me see recognition in his eyes.He just left.And weeks later, Crescent Moon was attacked.I stared at Adrian now, the truth finally laid bare between us. "You didn’t know where I went," I said. "No one did."Adrian’s breath hitched, the wolf flickering under his skin."You didn’t find me," I continued. "Mateo did. By accident. In Seattle."Adrian’s eyes widened—just slight