Alpha Darkclaw のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

April walked into Lucifer’s chambers, balancing the tray in her hands. Her heart raced, each step feeling like it took a lifetime. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of the fireplace. Lucifer sat at his desk, engrossed in some papers, but the moment she entered, he looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing as they met hers.There was an eerie silence between them as she approached, placing the tray carefully on the table. She could feel his gaze on her, scrutinizing every detail, every movement. It made her skin prickle with unease, and she fought to keep her expression neutral.But Lucifer didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she set down the tray. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he studied her. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked, his voice cool but laced with curiosity. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."April flinched at his words, quickly lowering her gaze to the floor. "It’s nothing, my Alpha," she replie

April sat on the edge of her bed, her mind swirling with confusion and despair. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her, and she felt utterly trapped, not just physically but emotionally. Her fingers trembled as she brushed them through her tangled hair, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. The tears had dried up for now, leaving her with an aching emptiness.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a maid entered the room. April looked up, startled out of her thoughts. The maid, a young woman with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile, immediately noticed the turmoil etched on April's face."Miss April, what's wrong?" the maid asked gently, her voice full of concern.April hesitated, her gaze shifting away. She had been holding onto her secret, not even daring to share it with her closest friends. But the weight of it was becoming unbearable, and now, with the maid's kind eyes upon her, she felt a sudden urge to confide in someone—anyone—who might help her."I... I don't kno

**ISABELLA'S ROOM**Isabella could hardly contain her excitement. The moment Amelia told her that April was nowhere to be found, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. April, the one thorn in her side, had seemingly disappeared, and she could already taste the sweetness of victory. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she twirled around the room, her arms wide as if she were embracing her newfound freedom.“Oh, Amelia, this is wonderful news!” Isabella exclaimed, spinning around like a little girl. “It’s like a dream come true! Finally, she’s gone. Finally, Lucifer will be all mine.”Amelia watched her closely, her expression carefully neutral. But deep down, a cold, calculating rage simmered beneath her composed exterior. She had no loyalty to Isabella, and every fiber of her being yearned to see her suffer just as much as April did. Yet, she masked her intentions with a thin smile, biding her time.“I’m glad you’re happy, Isabella,” Amelia said softly, her voice tinged with

Something suddenly clicked in April's head. They all know her name! How come? Are they Lucifer's men? Her heart raced at the thought of going back to that hell. But she summoned the courage to ask." How did you know my name?" She asked looking at him with fear. Aiden sighed, running a hand through his hair. "When I found you, you were in bad shape. You kept whispering a name—Lucifer—along with bits of other things. I had to make a quick decision, so I took you to the nearest hospital. But after you were stabilized, I noticed some unusual men hanging around, asking questions. It didn’t feel right, so I did some digging."April's eyes widened, fear creeping into her voice. "And you found out about my aunt?"He nodded. "It wasn’t easy, but I found out that she sold you off, and you were in the middle of something far worse than just being a runaway. I knew staying in Russia would be too dangerous, so I brought you here, to Savannah, Georgia. It’s quieter here, and I hoped it would be

April walked through the glass doors of Gorbachev Enterprises, the polished floors reflecting the light from the chandeliers above. Eleanor, her assistant, trailed behind her, holding a tablet and a stack of documents. As they made their way to the conference room, employees greeted them with polite smiles and nods. April returned the gestures with a slight nod of her own, her mind elsewhere.The conference room loomed ahead, its doors closed, but April could feel the weight of the media presence behind them. Cameras, microphones, reporters—all waiting for her. The thought of her face being plastered across every screen, every newspaper, made her stomach churn. She paused for a moment outside the doors, her hand gripping the polished handle.Eleanor, noticing her hesitation, leaned in and whispered, "Are you okay, April? You don't have to do this if you're not ready."April closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The fear of Lucifer finding her, of him seeing her and dragging her back