The Alpha Ceo And His Reincarnated Mate の小説・ストーリー

~Lyra's POV~ The northern Alpha's name was Cael. He was in his seventies, which for a dominant wolf meant he still moved like a man in his fifties, and he had the particular quality of someone who had been Alpha long enough that the role had stopped being something he performed and had simply become what he was. He received me in a long stone hall that smelled like pine resin and old fires, shook my hand with the directness of someone who had no patience for formal posturing, and then looked at me for a long moment before he said anything.

I said, avoiding Emma's glaring eyes. "And why are you here?" "Because this story concerns me as well," I offered. "I am the Alpha King's second-chance mate." She smiled a little as her eyes traveled up and down my body. I knew she wasn't impressed by what she saw but I didn't let it affect me. "His second-chance mate? Is that so?" "Yes," I said calmly. "Only, the problem is that his first mate isn't dead, nor did he reject her openly."

"She is not a vessel. She is their mother. And I am their father." The elder wolf tilted his head. "A King of Ash and a broken Omega. You are nothing to the Council." They lunged all at once. I didn't have time to shift. I didn't have time to think. I threw my hands out, desperate to protect the life growing inside me. But the violet light was weak. I was exhausted, my body reaching its limit after the fight in the pit. "No!" I screamed. Suddenly, the ground beneath the Neutral Summit Grounds groaned. It wasn't a small shake. It was a deep, bone-breaking vibration. The five Ancient Alphas skidded to a halt, their white eyes widening in confusion.

"I didn't accept the chair to control you, Darlene. I accepted it because the High Council told me that if I didn't become the Architect of the Twenty-Eighth Cycle, they would let the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Sixth Layer wake up the First Alpha’s Original Mate." I gripped the Sovereign-Fang, the red-gold sinew pulsing with the frequency of a coming apocalypse. "His original mate? I thought that was the First Luna". Valerius’s eyes turned into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight as he vanished into the static. "The Nineteenth Cycle didn't end with a wedding, Darlene. It ended with a Vengeance, and the woman who the First Alpha actually loved is the one who just Woke up in the One-Hundred-a

a voice asked. A tall man with a scar running down his cheek stepped forward. Xavier. I had heard of him. Blake’s most ruthless enforcer. "She's human," Xavier spat, looking at me like I was a diseased animal. "Alpha, you can't be serious. You’re bringing a human into the inner sanctum? After everything we've worked for?" "She's the mate, Xavier," Rector said, stepping in behind us. "The bond is real."

What has seriously just happened? Alpha Reece is my mama’s second chance mate, and she is his fated mate. The shock of hearing her quiet whisper of “My mate”. Then seeing Alpha Reece run into the room, responding with his own, “My mate. The Moon Goddess blesses me, I can’t believe I’ve found my mate. Thank you, mighty Selene, I will cherish her and care for her as she deserves,” he speaks gently and the way he moves her hair from her face so tenderly. I haven’t had time to process it. Never mind my shock at finding out that my mother has been alive all these years, locked away. She’s emaciated, her hair is dull and lacklustre. Her face is taut, her cheekbones prominent and she’s covered in d

I gasped, the name a struggle to voice. The agony ceased as abruptly as it had begun, and I sensed the bond to Brock shatter. A primal scream tore from my throat—no, I wouldn’t lose him now! An imposing Alpha strode through the door, fixing me with an intense gaze before growling one word: "Mate!" In a frenzied rush, I yanked the IVs from my veins and insisted the doctor connect the Alpha to my friend, my potential second-chance mate. Meanwhile, I was determined to resurrect my true mate from the clutches of death.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. This exhibition means more to me than you could possibly know." Applause rippled through the crowd. "For those who don't know me, my name is Sophia Evergreen. Alpha heir of the Ironclad Pack. And for the past few months, I've been working on something very special." I paused. Let the anticipation build. "You see, not long ago, I was in a very different place. I was married to an Alpha who didn't value me. Who stole my ideas. Who chose another woman over me." I glanced at Marcus. His face had gone pale.

The Alpha they’d followed for decades. The hall went dead silent. Even the breathing seemed to stop. “My daughter has spoken truth,” he said. Voice rough from the echoes, but carrying every inch of the room. “I formally acknowledge Isabella Evergreen as Blackridge’s acting Alpha during my recovery.” He paused. Swallowed once. “And when the time comes, when I choose to step down, she is my permanent heir.” Pride thickened every word. It cracked through the rasp in his throat. His green eyes, same as mine, shone bright despite the shadows under them.

I chuckle, amused, and sense Sebastian's disapproving gaze on me, even though I'm not looking at him. As I flip through the file, I pause at a baby picture of my mate, Jessica. She's perched on her father's shoulders, Darren Ambrose, and looks about two years old. She's inherited his brunette hair and green eyes. I recall the well-known story of how Darren was killed by rogues years ago, making Richard the next Alpha. A scoff escapes my throat. "Predictable." I close the file, placing it on the table, and look up at Sebastian, who's staring at me with his signature judgy eyes.