Fictive Alter の小説・ストーリー

That's why I was so determined to keep our Mate Bond alive after he “died.” I was such an idiot. Kael was the strongest Alpha the Stone Creek Pack had seen in a century, full of energy, never even got a sniffle. How could a few rogues take him down so easily? It was all a carefully crafted lie. He'd played the role of “uncle” for five years, all to protect his moonlight – a moonlight that wasn't mine. So, what about me and Finn? Were we just pawns he could toss aside in his grand Alpha plan?

“Even if it is only for a short time. See it as a favour from a friend. Not like you haven't done plenty of those for me in our time here. I'm just returning the many favours I owe you. And, while doing that, you gain your title. Then you can make the changes you need to rules within your pack so you are free to live as you please, and we end things.” I could almost see the cogs turning within his brain as his eyes flickered with a realisation of what it is I am suggesting. I think what I had suggested may work. If his family believed he was marked and mated they were never going to continue a marriage search. He could not have an arranged marriage whilst mated to another. We could make them

" Sandra hesitated before nodding and disappearing down the hallway. The second she was gone, I reached for the photograph. "Let me see it again." He handed it over without a word. Turning it over, I searched for anything that might explain where it had come from. There was no signature. No address. Nothing except the five words written across the bottom. I know your engagement is fake. A chill crawled up my spine. "This isn't Camille." Jace frowned. "What makes you say that?" "If she wanted to expose us, she wouldn't send a warning." He looked at the photograph again. I continued quietly.

"And you're telling me this because…?" "You really don't know who his fiancée was?" I heard the probe in her voice. I kept my face smooth. "Damien and I aren't close. How would I know? And even if I used to, I've lost my memory. I wouldn't remember now." She said nothing. Just stared at me. "It was you." "Me?" I pointed at myself, feigning surprise. "I don't care if your amnesia is real or fake. Damien proposed to me. I'm his mate now. Stay away from him."

"Y⁠ou're so a​fraid‌ of losing yourself that you won't let yourself f​eel‌ an‍ything. And that'⁠s ki‍lling you⁠." "Better th⁠an t​he alterna​t‌i⁠ve." ⁠"W⁠hat‌ alterna​tive?‍" "Becoming​ someone who likes being here!" My vo⁠ice was too loud. Too shar‍p. "B⁠ecoming someone who‌ wants yo​u. Who need‌s y‌ou. Who can't imagine‍ leaving‍ even thoug‌h this started with me being sold. That'‍s th‍e altern‌ative. And I won't do it."

He’d gone sixteen rounds and hadn't even broken a sweat. “Khyrix?” I called out once my heart stopped trying to jump out of my throat. “Hm?” “I’ve been thinking about something. All night, actually.” I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple and stared at his b shoulders. “Why do you need this? Why the fake mate? Why me?” He had said it was for convenience, but I knew better. "You want me to commit to all this—I almost died yesterday, by the way—you need to tell me why. The real reason."

In the past, we used to stay up all night, sometimes with my best friend Elijah. He’d try to bring up conversation, disrupting my peace. Those days, I used to be annoyed, but now that he was gone, I wished I had cherished him more. “Don’t worry. It’s not difficult.” Narrowing my hands toward the table, I placed the documents back. “In the future, you don’t need to do things like this anymore.” “Why not? We’ve been together since we were little. Why can’t I be by your side?” “That’s different. We are grown up now. I’m your alpha, and you are my beta—the other day we went out, a client mistook you for my wife. Hearing things like that, people might mistake our relationship…”

Since the day I last saw it, many things have changed since those years. I remembered those days when I used to play with Jordan and Ella in this Castle and I smiled all by myself thinking about my past. But it has become like a dream for me to ever set foot on this castle. If only I could transform into a werewolf then my father would have accepted me and loved me even though I was his illegitimate child. I only know I was an illegitimate child to Humphrey D.Jones.

" Could it be the other way around? I'm healthy, I'm a monk! – I know it's hard to realize that this is all happening in your morbid fantasies. You were never a monk. You have never been in contact with your fellow monks. You didn't go to Jerusalem. You suffer from Alzheimer's disease, in which a person replaces the real world with a fictional world. – I live in the real world and I'm not going to believe I'm sick. "That's your right. But we will try to help you so that you can return to your former life.

But it was not a thing to deny that we all knew who they loved the most, the girls were just there to have the pleasure to touch and have them. "Any luck yet?" Sandro asked and I shook my head negatively as he sipped from the glass with him. Alex already chased the girls away by then and we had the chance to speak without anyone eavesdropping. "None. I don't even know what to do. You know I'll have to reject my actual mate if I do find her after taking one." I said to both of them and they seemed to think about it for a moment before Alex finally spoke up. "Well, there's always going to be a way. It is going to be a contract with the lady so we can fake her death and do plastic surgery for h