The Alpha Who Killed My Family Is My Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

“Don’t touch him again.” Kael didn’t move, but the warning stopped everything. Rylan was still on his knees. He had one hand clamped over his side, but blood was already slicking his fingers. Every breath he took was short and ragged. He didn’t look at Kael, he was staring at the man standing a few feet away. The stranger wasn't rushing, he was just waiting, like he had all the time in the world. Donovan moved toward Rylan. “Let me handle this.” Rylan shook his head. “No. Stay back.” Even bleeding out, he was trying to keep the structure from collapsing. It almost worked. “How long are we going to pretend this isn’t about her?” The voice came from the back of the pack. It was tired and stripped of any patience. Nobody answered him. “We’ve been running blind since she showed up,” another wolf added. Donovan turned halfway, his face tight with irritation. “Shut up. Now isn't the time.” “It’s exactly the time,” the first wolf snapped. “Look at him. Rylan is dying.” Rylan’s ha

Donovan slowed first. His boots dragged in the dirt as his body refused to take the next step.“…tell me that’s not them.”Nobody answered.Kael kept walking. Two steps, then three, until the shapes in the brush were clear. Then he stopped. Rylan came up on his right, one hand clamped over his side. He didn't look at Kael. He looked straight ahead.“Yeah,” Rylan said. “That’s them.”Three of them. The ones who had walked out.They were laid out in the open, right in the middle of our path. They hadn't been torn apart or dragged into the dark. They had been placed.Donovan let out a short, dry sound that wasn't quite a laugh. “They didn’t even make it a mile.”Lilith moved in from the side. She crouched near the first body, then thought better of it and stood back up. “No blood trail leading in,” she said. “No signs of a chase.”Rylan’s jaw tightened. “They didn’t run.”“Don’t guess,” Donovan snapped.“I’m not guessing. Look at the ground.”Donovan looked. There was no churned earth. N

No one moved.We stood in the cold mud where Miller and Rowan had left us. The trees were just black wood and wet bark, but they felt like a cage. Kael didn’t give an order to march. No one asked for one. Moving blindly wasn't a plan anymore, it was just a way to get tired before we died.Rylan slumped against a cedar. He looked like hell. His face was the color of ash, and his breathing was a wet, ragged sound in the quiet. He peeled the bloody cloth back from his side, hissed through his teeth, and shoved it back down. His fingers were slick with blood.“We stop,” Rylan said. Every word cost him. “We stop right here.”Donovan didn't like that. He paced a tight circle, his boots splashing in the muck. “We stop, we’re dead. We’re giving Rowan time to reevaluate and pick us off one by one.”“Rowan isn't the problem,” Rylan said. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. “Think. Rowan is the noise. He’s the one who shows up to shove us and break the line. He’s the distraction. But he’s not the

The sound of the pack moving through the brush changed. It wasn't a single, rhythmic pulse anymore. It was staggered. There was too much space between the footsteps. We reached a small rise where the trees thinned out into a patch of grey shale and scrub brush, and the momentum finally died.I stopped and stood on the edge of the rise and looked at the ridge ahead.Kael stopped five feet behind me. The air between us was cold and dead. Behind him, the remaining wolves slowed to a halt. They didn't form a circle. They didn't look to him for the next command. They just stood where they were, sweating and bleeding into the dirt.The shift wasn't emotional. The glue that held the pack to Kael’s back had dried up and cracked. You could see it in the way they stood. Some were looking at Kael’s boots. Others were looking at me.I moved. I didn't walk toward the center. I walked to the left, toward a sheep track that cut away from the main ridge path. It was steep, rocky, and went against eve

The mud between us was a graveyard of lines and circles. Rowan’s shale shard dug into the frozen earth, carving out a map of a place I didn't recognize. There was no trust here. No one was pretending. Donovan stood behind me, his hand white-knuckled on his knife, his eyes never leaving Rowan’s throat. If Rowan breathed too loudly, Donovan would open him up. Rowan knew it. He didn't seem to care. “You’re thinking like a victim,” Rowan said, his voice flat. He didn't look up from the dirt. “You’re thinking Magnus wants to take you back to a throne and keep you in a cage. That’s what Kael told you, isn't it? That you’re the prize he needs to protect.” “He said Magnus wanted the bloodline,” I said. My voice was tight. The cold was getting deeper, settling into my marrow. Rowan let out a short, sharp bark of a laugh. It wasn't a happy sound. “Magnus doesn’t want a bloodline to follow. He wants a bloodline to consume. He doesn’t want you alive long-term, Lyra. He wants the power extracte