Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Remi POV"One bed," I said.Nero looked at the bed.Then at me."Yes," he said."One bed in the whole cabin.""It's a small cabin.""There are two rooms.""One is a storage room.Which Mordor is apparently going in."I looked at the bed. At the fireplace that had been used hundreds of times — the stone around it darker than the rest, worn at the edges from years of hands resting on it. At the single window facing east. At the ceiling lower than anything I'd lived under since Riverside.Everything about it said someone had loved this place. Used it carefully. Come back to it repeatedly."Your grandfather built this," I said."Maintained it," Nero said. Setting down the bags. "It was already here. He just. Kept coming back."I looked at the fireplace.At two letters carved into the stone beside it. Small. Not decorative. Just. There.D.B.Like he needed to mark it as his."He said it was the only place he could hear himself think," Nero said.I looked around."I can see why," I said.Out

Remi POV"Mordor."I said it the way you say something when your brain is still catching up to your eyes.He was standing behind me. In the forest. Fully present and unaccounted for in a way that made no immediate sense because the last place I had left Mordor was a storage room with a locked door and root vegetables and Nero's specific instructions about how the rest of his existence was going to go."How," I said."Nero let me out."I stared at him."He let you out.""Yes. After he sent you into the forest." Mordor looked at me on the ground with his wrists still bound in front of him and then at the rogue standing at the tree line. "It seems I arrived at a reasonable time."He looked at the rogue."Identify yourself," he said. "And let her go."The rogue looked at Mordor with the particular expression of someone who was deciding whether the new arrival was a threat or a complication or just entertainment."Bram," he said. After a moment. Like the name cost him very little but he wa

Remi POV"Stop breathing so loud.""I'm not breathing loud," Mordor said. " You're just cold and angry and looking for something to be mad at.""I have plenty to be mad at. Starting with you."The wind came through the gap in the wall again, and I pulled the blanket tighter and it did nothing because it was one blanket and the wall was open, and the cold out here was not the polite indoor cold of the palace in winter. This was the kind of cold that found gaps and pushed through them and sat inside your bones like it had paid rent.I had stuffed my extra clothes into the lowest gap. My socks into another one. I was currently sitting with my boots on inside the cabin because taking them off felt like giving up."It's getting worse."Mordor looked at the wall. At the gap where the corner used to be. At the cold coming through it like it owned the place."Then, Do something.""My hands are tied.""I know your hands are tied." I shoved another piece of fabric into the gap. It stayed for ab

Nero POVShe stood there with her arms wrapped around herself looking at him with an expression that was doing several things at once."How old are you?" she said."Why?""You look young to have his face.""He had me young."She was quiet."It's a waste," she said finally. "That's what I think. Whatever we do with you in the morning — it's a waste." She looked at him, not quite apologetic, not quite not. "But I've got families worth of anger behind me and no other place to put it either.""So you trap a man who wasn't there.""You have his blood.""I have his blood and none of his choices." He looked at her. "There's a difference."She looked at him for a long moment."If the animals don't get you before morning," she said, "I'll give you something useful." She pulled her coat tighter. "Survive till dawn. That's my offer."She went back inside.The fire burned low.The trees moved.Nero sat in the circle in the dark and felt the cold coming in from the mountains and thought about the

Nero POV"Nobody has ever done that."Drift was still walking the perimeter. Still counting. Like the number would change if he checked again.It didn't change."Four," he said. "In one night. With his bare hands. From inside the circle.""We know how many there are Drift," Rook said. "We were here.""I'm just saying—""We know what you're saying."Sable wasn't looking at the bodies anymore. He was looking at Nero. Specifically at Nero's hands. His jaw. The particular way he was sitting — not slumped, not exhausted, just still, like a man who had done something in the night and filed it away and moved on."You're not hurt," Sable said."No.""Four of them.""Yes."Sable was quiet for a moment. "Your father couldn't do that."Nero said nothing."Draven was strong," Sable said. "Strong enough. But that—" He gestured at the tree line without finishing the sentence. "That's something else.""Are you letting me out of this circle or are we going to keep discussing my father.""Neither," Dr