Alpha Conrad: Claiming The Wrong Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"Stop it! Just... stop!" Conrad’s voice was a ragged snarl as he slammed his office door shut, the desk vibrating on its hinges. He fumbled with the lock, his fingers trembling with a strength that wasn't entirely his own.Coward. Weakling. Dumbhead.The voice echoed inside his skull, deep and resonant like the vibration of a cello string.It was Raven, his wolf, and he was clawing at the surface of Conrad’s consciousness with a ferocity that threatened to tear him apart."I am not doing this with you right now, Raven," Conrad gasped, leaning his forehead against the cool wood of the door. "We have a merger to finalize. Quiet down."You are hiding behind work while she has the propensity to walk into the arms of another man with his name on her lips, Raven growled, the image of Nadia in the lobby with the Stonewall Beta flashing through Conrad’s mind. Claim her. Go to her office, throw her over your shoulder, and end this charade. You feel her scent. You crave her. Why do you let her

"Ma’am Nadia, do you hear me? You are going to London! The London Energy Summit!" Nancy’s voice was a pitch higher than usual as she practically danced around the office, clutching a stack of freshly printed itineraries. "I sure know the flight is going to be a first class, the hotel is a five-star overlooking the Thames... Oh, Ma’am to think we were just thinking about you going for a vacation, this is the dream!"Nadia didn't look up. She was staring at her monitor, her chin resting in her hand. "It’s a lot to take in, Nancy. I don’t know how I feel about this."Nancy stopped moving, her excitement faltering. She walked closer to the desk, peering into Nadia’s face. "Madam? You don’t seem too excited. Is everything okay? You just won the biggest promotion of this firm."Nadia finally sighed, pushed her chair back, and looked at her assistant. "It’s not the work, Nancy. It’s... if I go to London, who will take care of my mum? She’s stable, but she needs someone there. The nurses are

The private jet terminal was quiet and exclusive, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of people talking in hushed tones, and from the way they carried themselves, one could tell they were elites. Outside, the morning sun reflected off the planes waiting to take off on the runway.Nadia stood near the security checkpoint, her grip tight on the handle of her carry-on. She was wearing one of the power suits Valentine had selected—a deep navy blue piece."Nadia! Stop! Please!"The voice called her from behind. Nadia froze, her heart dropping into her stomach. She turned to see Nelson sprinting toward her, his clothes rumpled and his expression a wore a desperate, frantic energy."Nelson? What are you doing here?" Nadia asked, her voice trembling."You can't go," Nelson gasped, reaching for her hands. He looked terrible—there were dark circles under his eyes, and he smelled of stale sweat and panic. "You can't just fly across the ocean and leave everything behind. Think abo

London Heathrow’s private terminal was a flair of biting wind. The air smelled damp. As Nadia stepped off the jet, she was met by a welcoming committee of three European Alphas—men in wool coats who looked as though they had been carved from the very fog surrounding the airport."Alpha Bradley," the tallest one said, his voice a deep baritone, ignored Nadia entirely. "We expected your arrival. Though, we didn't expect you to bring your... personal secretary into the inner sanctum of the summit."He glanced at Nadia, his nostrils flaring with a dismissive sniff. The scent of Omega was clear to him, and in his world, that scent didn't belong at a negotiating table."This is Nadia Williams," Conrad said, his voice dropping an octave into a warning growl. "She is my Lead Strategist."The Alpha let out a short, chauvinistic chuckle. "Strategist? How charming. Does she also do the catering? I hear Omegas have a natural instinct for the domestic arts."Nadia stepped forward, maintaining a ch

He is too close to her. Why is he standing so close to her?Who the hell is she to call me little?Conrad stood on the edge of the ballroom, his fingers nearly snapping the stem of his champagne flute when his eyes landed on Nadia enjoying the company of a Scottish Alpha. His wolf, Raven, was pacing behind his ribs, vibrating in Conrad’s chest.The Scot. He smells of peat and arrogance, Raven snarled. Look at how he leans in. He is trying to catch the scent of our mate. He is touching her hand, Conrad. Why are we standing here? Tear his throat out."I can't just attack a delegate, Raven," Conrad muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Nadia. She was laughing—actually laughing—at something the burly Scottish Alpha had said.She looked radiant in the midnight-blue dress, her face animated in a way it never was when she spoke to him. "We are just colleagues."Colleagues do not look at each other like that, Raven snapped. He is hunting. And she is letting him. Do something, or I will