I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 106

AUTHOR'S POV"Don't touch her," Jordan rasped from the mud, his fingers digging weakly into the dirt."Shut up, stray," Earl sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger.In a flash, Silas moved with terrifying, fluid speed.Drawing the heavy combat knife, the tracker lunged forward. He didn't try to disarm the hunter. Driving the jagged steel blade directly into the side of Earl’s neck, Silas sliced outward with a brutal, sickening tear of flesh and cartilage.Blood exploded from the severed artery in a massive, crimson spray, splashing hotly across the mud.Amberly screamed, a raw, piercing sound of absolute terror. She scrambled backward on her hands and knees, scrambling away from the falling body.Earl dropped the rifle. He crashed to his knees, his hands desperately clutching his ruined throat. A horrific gurgling sound bubbled from his lips before he collapsed face-first into the ditch, twitching violently.Silas wiped the bloody blade on his leather duster, staring coldly at

AUTHOR'S POVThick, freezing mud sucked violently at the soles of Jordan’s boots.Keeping his broad body firmly between Amberly and the armed hunters walking behind them, he forced his burning legs to keep climbing the steep mountain ridge. Reaching Silas’s promised safe house remained the only objective. Blood coated his knuckles. The fresh stitches in his side screamed in agonizing protest with every step, but the feral Alpha energy still thrummed dangerously beneath his skin."Keep up," Silas grunted, hacking a thick branch out of the way with his combat knife."She needs to rest," Jordan warned, his voice dropping into a lethal rumble.Walking beside him, Amberly’s chest heaved. Her face was deathly pale. Shivering uncontrollably in the damp flannel shirt, her fingers gripped his wrist like a lifeline."Nobody rests until we are off the grid," Silas shot back, not turning around. "Magnus just lost an Enforcer squad. He will flood these woods with trackers by noon. We keep moving."

AUTHOR'S POVSlamming a printed bank ledger onto the heavy oak desk, Alpha Magnus bared his teeth. Cracking Victoria’s arrogant facade stood as his only objective. The storm outside hammered the massive glass windows, dropping the office temperature to a miserable, biting chill."Fifty thousand dollars." Magnus stabbed his thick finger against the paper. "Wired directly from your private trust into an offshore shell account belonging to Silas the tracker."Victoria did not flinch. Smoothing the skirt of her black designer dress, she kept her chin lifted. The freezing draft made her skin crawl, but she locked her knees to hide the tremor."I buy a lot of things, Alpha." She offered a tight, patronizing smile. "Jewelry. Real estate. Silence. My personal finances fall entirely outside your jurisdiction.""They become my concern when that money buys my son's escape."Planting both massive hands flat on the desk, Magnus leaned forward. The leather chair groaned under his weight."Silas had