Blood of the Totem: The Alpha's Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Dr. Sofia Vergara’s temporary laboratory in Haanshil Manor looked like someone had combined a medical clinic with a supernatural research facility, which was probably accurate given the equipment scattered across every available surface.Hart sat on an examination table while Dr. Vergara drew what felt like his tenth vial of blood in the past hour, and tried very hard not to think about the Council’s ultimatum that was now ticking down like a bomb.“Your cellular structure is fascinating,” Dr. Vergara said, labeling the vial and setting it in a centrifuge.“The wolf genetics are attempting to activate, but your human DNA is fighting the transformation. It’s creating a biological war inside your body.”“That explains why I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside,” Hart said, wincing as another wave of pain rolled through his chest.The totem mark on his wrist pulsed hot, spreading thin lines of light up his arm that faded after a few seconds.“The power surges are going to get w

Hart was halfway through stress-eating a sandwich in the manor’s kitchen when his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number, which was already a bad sign because unknown numbers in his life lately meant either supernatural threats or bill collectors, and honestly the bill collectors were less scary.The message was short and direct: “Meet me alone, or everyone you love dies. You have information I need, and I have answers you want. Neutral ground, tomorrow at noon. Come alone or don’t come at all. - Marcus Veil”Hart stared at the screen for approximately five seconds before his brain caught up with the absolute insanity of what he was reading.“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” he said to the empty kitchen, because apparently his life had become the kind of supernatural drama where genocidal wolf hunter grandfathers just casually sent threatening text messages.He found Cole in the war room with Jethro and Jasmine, all of them bent over maps and discussing strategy for the

Chapter 14: Training Montage DisasterThe training grounds at dawn were cold and unforgiving, which matched Hart’s mood perfectly after three days of trying to process the information Marcus had dropped on him like a supernatural bomb.Cole hadn’t denied that his father killed the Cordova Pack. He’d confirmed it, explained it was territorial expansion during a violent period in werewolf history, and looked like each word physically hurt him to say.Hart had locked himself in his room for twenty-four hours after that conversation, and when he’d finally emerged, he’d thrown himself into training with the kind of desperate intensity that worried everyone around him.“Again,” Hart said, getting back to his feet after Jethro had knocked him flat for the eighth time in ten minutes. His entire body ached, his knuckles were bleeding, and the totem mark on his wrist pulsed with heat that spread through his veins like fire.“You need to rest,” Jethro said, not even breathing hard despite the wo

After dinner, Hart escaped to the manor’s library, needing space to breathe and think.He made it maybe twenty minutes before Silimg found him, because apparently privacy was too much to ask for.“Hart,” she said, closing the library door behind her. “I was hoping we could talk privately.”“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Hart said, not looking up from the book he was pretending to read.“Then listen,” Silimg said, moving closer. “I’m not your enemy, despite what you think. I’m offering you a way out of an impossible situation.”“By stealing my mate?”“By giving Cole a politically stable option that doesn’t put the entire pack at risk,” Silimg corrected. “You’re suffering, Hart. I can see it, everyone can see it. Your body is rejecting the transformation, you’re hurting people you care about, and you’re isolated from your human family because they’re terrified of you.”Each word was perfectly calculated to hit exactly where it hurt most.“Cole loves you,” Silimg continued, sitti

The emergency Council session happened via video conference at four in the morning because apparently supernatural politics didn’t believe in reasonable business hours or basic human courtesy.Hart sat next to Cole in the war room, watching six different screens show Alphas from allied packs all looking varying degrees of terrified and furious.“Three territories hit simultaneously,” Elder Thorne said from her screen, her expression grim. “River Pack, Mountain Crest Pack, and Silverwood Pack. Combined casualties are eighteen dead, including two Alphas. The attacks were coordinated between Liam’s rogues and human hunters using silver nitrate weapons.”On one screen, Alpha Kade Ancestorial looked like he’d been through hell, his face bruised and his arm in a sling.“They knew our patrol schedules,” Kade said, his voice tight with anger. “They knew exactly when our defenses would be weakest. Someone gave them intelligence about our security protocols.”“Liam has been planning this for mo