Sarah Pの小説

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest that bordered the pack's territory. In the quiet isolation of his quarters, Cedric paced back and forth, his mind a storm of resentment and ambition. He had spent years proving his loyalty to Alpha Darius, rising through the ranks with unwavering dedication. Yet now, with the alpha hesitating over the fate of Aria and Kian, Cedric saw an opportunity—a chance to claim the power he believed was rightfully his. He paused by the window, watching the patrols move through the trees like silent wraiths. Their vigilance had doubled since Aria's capture, and Cedric couldn't help but sneer. "All this for a girl blinded by rogue love," he muttered under his breath. He clenched his fists, the claws barely restrained beneath his skin. If Darius continued to waver, the pack would need a leader who could act decisively—someone like him. Cedric turned from the window and sat at his desk, spreading out a worn map of the

Kian woke with a start, the remnants of the dream still clinging to his senses like morning mist. Aria’s touch, her whispered promises, and the warmth of her embrace felt too real to dismiss as fantasy. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, heart pounding in his chest.Across the holding chamber, the dull light filtering through the narrow window barely illuminated the stark walls. The meal tray from the previous evening sat untouched on the small table—he had been too restless to eat. Kian’s wolf stirred within him, restless and eager, as though sensing that the dream was more than mere imagination.“She’s real,” Kian muttered to himself, voice hoarse. “That was real.”Before he could sink further into contemplation, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Beta Lorne stepped inside, his expression guarded. “The Alpha wants to see you. Now.”Kian nodded, pushing to his feet. There was no point in resisting—not that he intended to. His mind was already racing, formulatin

Aria sat frozen on the edge of the cot, heart pounding as her father closed the door behind him. Alpha Darius stood there for a moment, silent, as if weighing the words he was about to speak. His broad shoulders slumped ever so slightly—a rare crack in the unyielding facade she had known her entire life. “We need to talk,” he repeated, his voice firm but lacking its usual sharpness. Aria swallowed hard and nodded, forcing herself to meet his gaze. She had faced countless challenges—training, diplomacy, and the expectations of being an Alpha’s daughter—but nothing had prepared her for this moment. For the first time, it felt like father and daughter stood on opposite sides of an uncrossable chasm. Darius stepped forward, the soft creak of leather boots against the wooden floor filling the silence. He pulled a chair from the corner and sat down across from her, elbows resting on his knees. The stern lines of his face softened as he studied her, and Aria couldn’t help but notice how

Kian jolted awake, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His heart pounded like a war drum, the echoes of Aria’s touch still lingering on his skin, her scent—wildflowers and moonlight—still fresh in his mind. He clenched his fists, grounding himself in the present, trying to hold on to the dream for just a moment longer.But the cold, damp walls of his holding cell were nothing like the moonlit fields where he had held her. The dream was slipping away, the warmth of her body replaced by the unyielding chill of reality.He cursed under his breath.It felt real. Too real.He pressed his hands against his face, inhaling sharply. The dream wasn’t just a fantasy—it was something more. It had to be. The moon realm was whispered about in old werewolf lore, a place where fated mates could find each other across any distance.Did she dream of me too?The thought filled him with equal parts hope and desperation. If she had, it meant their bond was real. It meant she was thinking of hi

The world shimmered like liquid silver, vast and endless beneath a sky filled with stars too bright, too close. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something more—something familiar.Kian stood at the edge of a still, glowing lake, his bare feet sinking into soft, warm grass. The reflection of the moon rippled across the water, impossibly large, impossibly radiant.Where am I?A whisper of wind carried a sound—soft, hesitant footsteps.And then, he saw her.Aria.She was walking toward him, her long hair cascading down her back in waves of moonlight, her bare feet silent against the grass. She wore a simple dress, light and flowing, the fabric shimmering like the stars above them.His breath hitched."Aria?"Her eyes widened, filling with the same disbelief and wonder that was gripping him. "Kian…"The moment their eyes met, a force—something primal, something ancient—pulled them toward each other. His pulse thundered in his ears as he stepped forward, closi

Cedric paced in his quarters, his mind a battlefield of strategy and ambition. The flames in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the stone walls, mirroring the turmoil within him. The pack was waiting. Watching. And Alpha Darius was failing them.Too much time had passed. The Alpha should have acted swiftly—condemned Kian, put Aria in her place, and moved forward. Instead, he hesitated. And that hesitation was a weakness Cedric intended to exploit.He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms. A true leader does not hesitate. A true leader commands.And soon, he would be that leader.He strode to the window, looking out over the village below. The pack had been restless ever since Aria had returned. The whispers had already begun. People wanted answers. They wanted justice.It was time to give them something to believe in.Cedric had always known power wasn’t simply taken—it was built. Strength alone didn’t make an Alpha. The people had to want to follow. They had to b