The Alpha's Forgotten Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Isla’s POV It’s been five straight days buried in the pack’s library, scrolls scattered across every table, dust clinging to my fingers and sleeves. My head throbbed from the endless search, ancient rituals, forbidden cures, blood oaths, anything that could undo what Killian had become. Nothing made sense. Every line of old text seemed to mock me, reminding me that no one had ever come back from a transformation like his.Behind me, Liam’s voice broke the silence. “Isla, seems like your little puppy vampire needs some blood.”I didn’t bother looking at him. “Hey, learn some respect. He’s still your Alpha,” I said, sharper than I intended. My patience was thinning by the hour.Liam leaned against the doorframe, his smirk half hearted. “That guy over there that craves for blood would never be my Alpha.”I ignored him and went to the corner where we’d hidden the blood bags we stole from the human hospital two towns away.

Isla’s POV Liam smiled, not the kind that meant relief or humor, but the kind that said you fools really thought you’d won. It started small, barely visible, then spread until his shoulders shook with laughter. It echoed through the room, sharp and cruel, like he was watching some grand comedy unfold right in front of him."You think a crazy witch like Calista will approach a hybrid without a survival plan?" he asked, wiping the corner of his eye with his thumb, still grinning.The sound of his laughter crawled under my skin. Killian didn’t move, but I saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, a vein pulsing at his forehead. He was still staring at the spot where Calista had vanished, blood dripping from his hand.“What are you talking about?” I asked, even though a part of me already knew I wouldn’t like the answer.Liam tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Oh, she’s clever, that one. You think she’d die from a little hol

Liam's POV The Gamma was halfway down, still clutching that damned blood bag like proof of a crime.“Stop!” I yelled, running after him.He didn’t. He moved faster, shoving past a few pack members who’d started gathering near the corridor. Heads turned, whispers already beginning.“Damn it,” I hissed and pushed harder, closing the gap.He reached the main doors, almost out. I caught his shoulder and slammed him against the wall before he could take another step.“Listen to me,” I said, breath tight. “You didn’t see what you think you saw.”He laughed bitterly. “You think I’m blind? You think I didn't see how that beast couldn't control himself in the sight of blood?”“Lower your voice,” I snapped, glancing around. Too many eyes. Too much risk.He shoved my hand off. “The pack deserves to know who they’re following. You’re protecting a monster, Liam!”Monster. Maybe he was right but saying

Killian’s POVLiam still stayed by the doorway, trying to act like he hadn’t just walked in on something he shouldn’t have. He cleared his throat, pretending to find the paper in his hand suddenly fascinating.“The pack from the south just arrived,” he said. “They’re waiting in the hall. Apparently, they brought gifts. And a few complaints.”Isla nodded, moving past him. “I’ll go handle them.”“You’re not handling anything,” I said, stepping closer. “They came to see their Alpha. I’ll deal with them myself.”“You’ll do no such thing,” she shot back without missing a beat. “You’re barely back on your feet. One wrong spark and you’ll lose control again.”I tilted my head slightly, a hint of amusement touching my lips. “You mean one wrong spark and you’ll lose control again.”Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t take the bait. She just brushed past Liam and started walking down the corridor, calling out orders to whoever was within earshot.Liam watched her go, then turned to me, still stan

Liam's POV “Hi, can I have a moment with you?” I muttered under my breath, trying to sound natural. My reflection in the hallway mirror didn’t look convinced. I tried again, adjusting my collar. “Hi, can I have a moment with you?”Still awful.I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my hair. “No, no, that’s terrible. Too formal. What am I, her lawyer?”A passing waiter gave me a strange look as I stood there talking to myself. I waved him off. “Mind your business,” I murmured, straightening my jacket again.“Okay, Liam,” I whispered, squaring my shoulders. “You just walk up to her, smile, say something smooth, something, something not stupid. Like, Hey, you look beautiful tonight. No, too predictable. Maybe... That color suits you. No, no, you sound like her grandmother.”I turned halfway toward the ballroom, froze, and spun back around. “Eish, no, no, I can’t do this,” I hissed under my breath. My palms were sweating already. I tugged at my tie, loosening it like the fabric itsel