THE ALPHA’S DEBT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The sight of them standing shoulder-to-shoulder sent a frost through my veins that no wolf’s fever could thaw. I finally understood why Andrew hadn’t even flinched when I threatened to break our bond back at the estate. Why would he care about a stray when his True Mate—the one the pack actually wanted—had finally come home?Andrew strode toward me, his golden eyes scanning my pallid face. He tracked the scent of my distress, his brow furrowing. "You look like you’re about to shift out of season, Lanka. Are you ill?"Serena Wolfe followed him, her hand reaching out to clasp mine with a practiced, sisterly concern. "Your skin is like ice, Lanka. Please, don’t tell me you’ve misunderstood. Today is my birth-dawn, and after four years in the Northern Territories, my family insisted on a Moon-Feast. I had a sudden spell after the ceremony, so Andrew had to bring me to the Silverline."I jerked my hand back so violently her fingers were left grasping at nothing. I saw Andrew’s gaze darken,

The dismissal in his tone made it impossible to swallow. It was more than insulting; it was pathetic.My eyes burned with a cold, sharp fury. "Yes, I wanted a pup once. I wanted a family with you. But now? Not a chance in hell. I’m young, Andrew. Why would I throw my life away to bear an heir for a cold-blooded relic like you? I’m not playing games. I am done. I want the divorce.""Divorce?" He let out a dry, humorless bark of a laugh. "You screw up my life, trash my gifts, and then try to use a split as a threat? Don’t forget how you clawed your way into the title of Andrew Wolfe’s mate. You haven't earned the right to even speak about leaving."He didn't find it funny; he looked murderous. A vein throbbed in his temple as he gripped my chin, his voice a low command. "Take it back.""Or what? I’ll spit in your face and we can see if you can take that back," I snarled, locking eyes with him.In the distance, the glare of approaching headlights cut through the dark, illuminating my ash

I shoved the office door open and bolted, my breath hitching, but I nearly collided with someone standing right in the hall.It was Serena Wolfe. She looked at me with that practiced, honeyed concern that never reached her eyes. "Lanka? Why are you upset? Did Andrew snap at you again? I’ll have a word with him; he really needs to watch his temper with you."We had never been brothers—not for a single day—yet she insisted on this performance, acting as if she were my protector while she systematically dismantled my life. Being caught in this state by my greatest rival made the humiliation sting like a fresh claw mark.Andrew’s steady, rhythmic footsteps approached from behind. Unlike my frantic disarray, he was entirely composed, his Alpha dignity radiating off him like a physical heat. He seemed utterly unfazed by the scene he had just caused."I told you I’d be at the Silverline to see you later," he said to Serena. His voice underwent a total transformation, shifting from the frost

I drove back toward the Wolfe Crest Estate, the tires of my Bentley kicking up dust as the sun dipped below the horizon. The woods surrounding the estate were pitch black, the ancient oaks standing like silent sentinels. I regretted coming back here tonight—the silence of the house was a predator I didn't want to face—but I was already at the gates.After we mated four years ago, I had avoided this place. But whenever I did return, it was always ablaze with light. A small, vibrant figure would always rush to the door, fussing over my scent, asking if the night air had chilled my bones. Back then, I told myself I wasn't the type of Alpha who needed a doting mate waiting in the foyer. Now, standing in the gloom, I realized I hadn't grown used to the desolation. The cold didn't just touch my skin; it chilled me to the marrow.The foyer lights flickered on with a sharp click. It was Elaine Brooks, hurrying over from the servant’s quarters. She looked puzzled to find me standing there in t

l didn't need a healer to tell me what that soup was for. For the past two years, Maren had forced those bitter, pungent concoctions down my throat, knowing full well that Andrew never set foot in our home. It was a calculated torment, a reminder that my only value was as a vessel for a pup I couldn't conceive alone.Back then, I was so desperate to save my marriage and win over my mother-in-law that I drank every drop without complaint. But tonight, the tables had turned. Seeing Andrew forced to choke down the tonic, I felt nothing but a cold indifference.I turned my head away, focusing on a stray thread on my sleeve. Beside me, I felt the heavy weight of Andrew’s gaze. Lydiasa gave him a pointed look that screamed “useless Alpha.”Andrew let out a low, dark chuckle. "Alright, Grandma. I’ll drain the bowl. I wouldn't want your... generous intentions to go to waste."He was speaking to the matriarch, but his eyes were locked on mine, his voice dropping into a growl that promised retr