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 51 - チャプター 60

EMBERLY I got a message that evening that Mrs. Alder was awake. Despite how shitty I felt after the meeting with Mr. Vance, I went there once I woke up the next day, walking through the sliding glass doors of the pack hospital the following morning, my shoulders braced tightly in anticipation of a physical altercation with the heavily armed elite guards stationed outside the intensive care unit.I expected them to block my path and demand immediate authorization from Beta Ronan. To my absolute shock, the two massive enforcers standing near the doorway simply took a synchronized step backward and calmly signaled me through the heavy wooden door without requesting a single piece of identification. A sharp, burning spike of internalized suspicion immediately flared in the back of my mind. I knew this unprecedented leniency was the direct, calculated result of Alpha Magnus's sick political strategy from a few days prior. The Alpha had explicitly ordered his medical team to stabilize Gr

AUTHOR’S POV.The quiet clinking of heavy silver utensils against fine porcelain punctuated the low hum of the classical music playing through the hidden speakers of the Ashford estate. The private dining room was illuminated by a massive crystal chandelier, casting a sharp light over the long lace tablecloth and the expensive cuts of roasted veal on Victoria’s plate. Her father, Senator Ashford, took a slow, methodical sip from his crystal wine glass, reviewing a digital financial document on his tablet while her mother, Eleanor, adjusted the gold bracelets on her wrist."The catering for the upcoming winter gala requires a complete structural modification, Eleanor," Senator Ashford noted casually, setting his fork down with a precise movement. "The Northern Council expects a much higher representation of imported vintage wines to appease the visiting delegates from the Western territory.""I will instruct the event coordinators to alter the inventory order tomorrow morning, darling

AMBERLY Before the air could even clear my throat for a scream, his heavy, scarred hand clamped violently over my mouth, the pungent stench of tobacco, leather, and his aggressive, foreign Alpha scent suffocating my senses. He hooked his other thick arm around my waist, lifting my feet entirely off the wooden planks, and shoved his massive body weight forward. He forcefully rammed me backward into my own dark cottage, using his heavy boot heel to slam the front door shut behind us before twisting the deadbolt into place with a sickeningly loud click.He threw me onto the hard floorboards with a callous, unfeeling shrug of his shoulders. I scrambled backward across the wood until the unyielding base of the kitchen cabinets pressed hard into my spine, my hands shaking violently as my heart hammered a frantic, terrified rhythm against my tight chest binder. Garrett stood over me in the darkness, the rain slicking his expensive black leather jacket. He looked down at my baggy denim jea

JORDANI kept Amberly sitting right there on the edge of my clean kitchen counter, the harsh, bright overhead lights illuminating every single scratch, bruise, and line of exhaustion marring her pale face. I pulled the heavy, black plastic first-aid kit from the upper cabinet, slamming it onto the counter next to her thigh with a dull thud. My thoughts were completely unhinged. Inside my chest, my wolf was clawing violently at my ribs, roaring a relentless, bloodthirsty demand to shift, to mark her, to rip the throat out of the Alpha who dared to touch what belonged to me. The iron smell of her fresh blood mixed with the cold, wet scent of forest mud, sending a wave of absolute sensory overload straight to my brain. I forced myself to draw a slow, deep breath, consciously slowing the frantic rhythm of my heart. I had to suppress the rabid monster screaming in my head; she didn't need a territorial beast right now. She needed me gentle.I stepped entirely into her personal space, plan

JORDAN "Sit down, Jordan," she said after I was settled. Her voice was quiet, but her hands shook slightly.I sank onto the mattress. She stood between my knees, gently wiping the dirt and blood from my collarbones. The sting of the friction grounded me. I looked up at her, watching the fear in her eyes. I didn't pull away. Instead, I reached up and wrapped my hand around her wrist, stopping the towel."I'm okay," I told her quietly. "He's gone for now."She exhaled a shaky breath, her forehead dropping against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I knew she was terrified, and leaving her alone to go back out into the street was out of the question so I pulled my phone from my pocket and hit Cael’s number."Put four of our best men in the lobby," I ordered the second he answered. "Two more on the fire escape, and one at the end of my hall. Nobody enters this building without my clearance. If anyone asks, it's standard security protocol."After I hung up, I to