Alpha Nate's Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

… Eva's pov…The following week, Nate and I decided to go shopping together. I was excited to have some time outside the manor, to breathe in the fresh air and see new faces. Little did I know that the shopping trip would turn out to be a bit more complicated than I had anticipated.As we entered the trendy boutique, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The colorful array of clothes and accessories beckoned, promising endless possibilities. Nate, however, seemed less enthusiastic. His brows furrowed as he scanned the racks of clothing with a critical eye.“What about this one, Nate?” I asked, holding up a floral-print dress that caught my attention.Nate glanced at it briefly before shaking his head. “Not your style, Eva. It's too bright and flowery. I think you'd look better in something more understated and elegant.”I felt a twinge of annoyance but brushed it off. After all, he had a keen sense of fashion, and I trusted his judgment. But as we continued shopping, it becam

…Eva's pov…. I discreetly moved closer, my keen werewolf senses attuned to every word, I strained to listen to the conversation between Miles and Robert. Shadows concealed my presence, allowing me to remain hidden in the darkness as they spoke.Miles' voice, laced with a deceptive charm, carried on the night breeze. “Robert, my friend, I know that you desire Eva. And I can help you achieve that, but we must remove Nate from the equation. He stands in your way, doesn't he?" He asked.A frown etched itself onto my face, my heart sinking at the realization that Miles, the very pack member I once trusted, was plotting against Nate. It was a betrayal that cut deep, and the weight of the knowledge threatened to crush me. I had to hear more, to understand the full extent of their plan.Robert's voice, tinged with uncertainty, replied, “I don't know, Miles. Nate has always been a strong Alpha, respected by the pack. How can we undermine him without causing chaos?”Miles chuckled, a sound tha

... Eva's pov ...As I heard the knock on the door, my heart skipped a beat, and a wave of apprehension washed over me. Who could it be? I wondered, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be Mrs. Mae? The thought made my palms grow clammy as I continued to wash the clothes, desperately trying to distract myself from the mounting anxiety.The sound of my hands rubbing against the fabric filled the air, mingling with the thudding of my heart. I strained my ears, trying to discern the source of the footsteps that approached the door. The anticipation was unbearable, but I forced myself to remain focused on the task at hand, not allowing my trembling hands to betray my unease.And then, unexpected, the door flew open, as if propelled by an invisible force. Startled, I turned my head to see Nate standing there, his eyes furrowed with worry. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. He looked at me intently, his gaze demanding answers.“Leave the clothes and come with me,” he said firmly,

Eva's pov My eyes widened in disbelief as I read the words that flowed between them. Their messages were filled with affectionate expressions, hints of stolen moments, and secrets shared in the clandestine corners of their lives. Each line felt like a sharp stab to my heart, tearing apart the trust we had painstakingly built.Time seemed to stand still as I delved deeper into their digital exchange, piecing together a narrative that shattered the illusions I had clung to. How long had this clandestine relationship been going on? Who was this woman who had managed to seep into the crevices of our love?Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the screen before me. The weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders, threatening to crush me. Anguish mingled with anger, creating a storm of emotions within me.Armed with the evidence, I closed Alpha Nate's phone, my hands trembling with a mix of determination and heartache. It was time to confront him, to demand answers that would lay bare the

… Eva's pov…My heart yearned to believe him, to trust that his remorse was genuine. But the wounds were still raw, the scars too fresh to ignore. I mustered the strength to meet his gaze, my voice quivering with a mix of vulnerability and determination.“Nate, sorry is not enough,” I choked out, my voice wavering. “I need more than empty words. I need to see a change, a genuine effort to rebuild the trust that's been shattered.”He reached out, his hand trembling, as if wanting to bridge the growing chasm between us. “Eva, please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with remorse. “I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It was a moment of weakness, a terrible mistake. I still love you.”Love. The word echoed in my mind, conflicting with the jagged pieces of my broken heart. Could I find it within myself to forgive him? Could I rebuild the shattered fragments of our relationship, knowing that trust had been fractured?Tears streamed down my face as I searched his eyes for sincerity, desperate