Biblioteca
Buscar
Início / Werewolf / After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen / Chapter 16 — What the Square Saw

Compartilhar

Chapter 16 — What the Square Saw

Autor: Lady Lovelock
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-11 07:00:59

In my first life, I met Darius Blackthorn lying down.

There had been a carriage, a snapped trace, a scream from a woman who was paid to scream, and a girl of nineteen face-down on the cobbles of Temple Square with her hands cut open. He had lifted me. Everyone had seen him lift me. For five years afterwards, at every dinner where the story was told, someone would sigh and say fate, and I would smile as though I had not been the object in the anecdote.

This morning the trace had not snapped, bec
Continue a ler este livro gratuitamente
Escaneie o código para baixar o App
Capítulo anterior Próximo capítulo
Capítulo bloqueado

Último capítulo

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 22 — What Thorne Was Sitting On

    The room above the chandlery smelled of rope and lamp oil and, underneath both, the particular staleness of a place a man uses for work and never for living. One window, shuttered. A table with a single chart weighted flat by a brass sextant that had clearly not measured a star in years. No servants. No sigil on the door, same as no sigil on the coat."You live like a man who's expecting to leave in a hurry," I said."I live like a man who has left in a hurry before." He did not offer that as an invitation to ask about it, and I did not take it as one. He set a slim folder on the table between us, unopened, one hand resting flat on the cover the way you rest a hand on a dog you trust but haven't finished training. "Your half, or mine?""Yours. You proposed the arrangement."He opened the folder.Inside were eleven lines of handwriting, none of them his, each one a name and a set of numbers I recognised with a lurch I hoped did not show on my face — the same shape of figures Mara had d

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 21 — What Thorne Already Knew

    He was tall in the way that has nothing to do with height — the way of a man who has trained himself to take up exactly as much room as a situation requires and not one inch more. Dark hair, too long for court fashion and clearly not cut with court fashion in mind. A coat built for movement rather than display, in a blue so dark it read as black until the light caught it, and no sigil showing anywhere on him, which was itself a kind of announcement.He did not come to meet me halfway. He waited at the gate the way a man waits who has already decided that the walking is my business and not his, which told me a good deal before he opened his mouth."Elara Vale," he said, when I was close enough that silence would have been its own answer.Not a question. Not the way Darius had turned the name over in the square that morning, testing it for fit against a shape his wolf already wanted. Cassian said it the way you say something you've already checked twice and are only saying aloud for for

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 20 — The Keeper of the Stair

    I turned, because there did not seem to be a version of not turning that ended well.She was standing at the head of a stair that had not been there a moment before, or that I had simply failed to see, which the last five years have taught me is usually the same thing. She was drying her hands on a cloth that did not need it. Idris had gone very still beside me, the particular stillness of a man recalculating his own authority downward in real time."Go and see to the damp in the east reading room, Brother Idris," she said, without looking at him. "It's been three weeks. Someone ought to."He went. He went the way men go when they have been handed a problem they can actually solve, which is to say gratefully.That left the two of us, a grey box of my mother's entries, and a stair I had not noticed until she chose to stand on it.She was not old. I had built her, without meaning to, out of the wrong material — ancient, patient, part of the stonework. She was perhaps forty, dark hair pi

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 19 — What My Mother Signed

    I did not sleep, and I did not cry, and I would like some credit for the second one, because a document is not an explanation and I have been taught what happens to women who react to page one. Here is what I knew, sitting on my bedroom floor at three in the morning with my sewing box open in front of me and a torn hem I did not need to mend. Aurora Vale-Thorne signed a consent for her six-year-old daughter thirteen years ago. Thirteen years ago she was still in this house; the disappearance came later. She was of the guardian line, she knew precisely what the silver in my blood was worth, and she had watched me not shift and said nothing. And one year ago — one year, in this life, not six — a woman found proof of what Ashgrave was making out on the Border, and was handed across at an ambush by somebody who loved somebody, and did not come back. Those two facts do not fit together unless you a

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 18 — The Girl Who Noticed

    There are perhaps four correct answers to you didn't swallow it, and I had rehearsed none of them, because in the ordinary run of things the person who says it to you is your dearest friend and has already locked the door.She was not my dearest friend. She was a second-year on rotation with ink on her thumb, and she could ruin me by lunchtime with one sentence to the front desk."I beg your pardon?" I said."You didn't swallow it," Mara repeated, with the terrible cheerfulness of somebody who has never in her life been frightened of the correct things. "You did the wine trick. Wrist rotates, chin lifts, throat doesn't. I've watched two hundred people take a measure in that room and you're the first who's been any good at it.""Perhaps I'm just an unusually elegant drinker.""Perhaps." She fell in beside me down the steps as though we had arranged it. "The orchid's going to die, by the way. They always do on the fourth floor. Nobody's ever asked why."I stopped walking.Understand: I

  • After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became the Lycan Queen   Chapter 17 — The Quarterly Review

    I had three days to decide whether to keep the appointment, and I spent one and a half of them being extremely reasonable about it.The reasonable position was this. I had been going to the Glass Quarter four times a year since I was six years old. Nobody in my house thought about it any more than they thought about the dentist. If I stopped, someone would notice within the hour, and the someone who noticed would be a woman who had once ordered a room full of soldiers to wait politely while she finished a sentence.So I would go. I would sit in the chair. I would be nineteen and dull.The unreasonable position was that she had killed me, and I was about to let her pour me a cup of tea.The Glass Quarter is the most beautiful district in Moonfall and it has no smell at all, which ought to tell you everything. Whole streets of pale stone and glass canopies and small trees in pots, and beneath it a filtration system so thorough that a wolf walks through it half-blind. You cannot track an

Mais capítulos

Você também pode gostar

Explore e leia bons romances gratuitamente
Acesso gratuito a um vasto número de bons romances no app GoodNovel. Baixe os livros que você gosta e leia em qualquer lugar e a qualquer hora.
Leia livros gratuitamente no app
ESCANEIE O CÓDIGO PARA LER NO APP
DMCA.com Protection Status