The Alpha's Forgotten Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Liam's POV “Why did Killian decide to go to the office alone?” I asked, watching Isla pack her files into her bag. She froze for a second, her hands pausing midway like she didn’t expect the question.Her eyes darted to me, then away. “He just… felt like it, I guess.”“That doesn’t sound like him,” I said, folding my arms. “He always insists you go with him. Something happened?”She shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No. Nothing happened.”I could tell she was lying, but I didn’t push it. The way her voice dropped, the way she avoided my eyes, it wasn’t worth forcing out of her.“Alright, forget it,” I said finally, grabbing my jacket from the chair. “You’ll have to head there alone today.”She turned to me, frowning. “Alone? Why?”“I’ve got a date,” I said casually, checking my watch.Her brow lifted. “A date? With who?”“Mia.”Her lips parted slightly, like she didn’t

Killian’s POV I walked into the hall with Liam beside me. The doors shut behind us, and every head turned our way. It was quiet enough to hear footsteps echo on the floor. No Omegas, no outsiders. Only ranks that mattered. Gammas stood near the sides, Betas filled the middle rows, and the Alphas or their heirs sat up front. Every eye followed us as we found our way to our seats. Liam kept his face straight. He looked around the room once, then at me. I gave him a small nod. It was all he needed to know what came next. We walked toward the center, and whispers started. Nothing loud, just enough to tell the news had already spread. Everyone here had heard about what happened at the cafe. The Beta who hit a man in public. The man who turned out to be the Blackwood heir. Thorne was there, sitting near the front, legs crossed, acting like this was all a show arr

Killian’s POVThe road blurred. I didn't care about speed limits or polite traffic.Nothing mattered except that burning knot in my chest that said Liam could not die because I gave him some task. Yes, he was with Mia under my command so I'm indirectly involved in what that leads to.The pack cemetery sat beyond the corpse, rows of names, weathered stones, a place men came to lay their grief down and try to pretend it wasn't still inside them.My hands tightened on the wheel. I tried to breathe. The radio was off because every news was about the search for the Beta who ran away, Liam.I stopped the car and left the engine running. My chest was tight, and every part of me just wanted to see him. I didn’t even close the door properly.The cemetery was quiet. No guards, no movement, just rows of graves laying in the dark. And there he was, standing in front of a headstone, his shoulders heavy like the world had already ended for him.He didn’t move when I walked up. I stayed a few step

Killian’s POV Isla and I sat beside Liam’s still body in my house, waiting for something, anything to happen. Calista’s words kept echoing in my head, that he’d wake up when the spell ran its course. But every minute felt like a century. “So when did you start believing in Calista?” Isla finally asked, her tone sharp but tired. “Liam’s like her son so she won't watch him die,” I said quietly. “She raised him, even though he hates her so much.” “Why would he hate her if she raised him?” she pressed. “Too much information can hurt, Isla.” “Then why tell me she raised him at all?” she shot back. “You already got me curious.” I sighed. “She erased his memory. She made him believe she was his mother.” The words tasted bitter. “What happened? Were you involved in a bad way?” she asked, watching my face too closely. “No. Why

Killian’s POV I stepped slightly forward, letting my shadow fall over Thorne, while keeping one eye on Liam. The air between us thickened, tense, alive with the danger Liam radiated.“Gift?” Thorne croaked, his voice barely audible, but I could hear the tremor, the faint stutter of a man facing something far beyond him.“Yes,” I said, calm, almost casual, though every nerve in my body was screaming at me to act. “A gift meant to remind you that some mistakes… are fatal.”Isla pressed close to me, her hand brushing my arm. I could feel her tension, her fear, but also her unwavering trust that I could handle this.I appreciated it, even as the weight of what was about to unfold pressed down on me.Liam’s breathing grew heavier, each inhale dragging the scent of blood into the room. His eyes locked onto Thorne again, unblinking, unrelenting.“Killian…” Isla whispered again. “You can’t… he’s too far gone. He won’t