ログインChapter 5
AVALINE
The slap came so fast I barely saw it coming. Dion had slapped me so hard that the force of it alone sent me stumbling backward. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, holding my burning cheek as I tried to regain my vision shaking my head to get rid of the stars dancing around in my eyes.
I could taste the metallic liquid in my mouth from where I had bitten my tongue, as I looked at them with anger and fear in my eyes.
"Dion, no!" Solaya's voice was filled with what happened to her genuine stress and worry for me. I looked up to see her rushing toward me, her blue eyes, filled with shock as she continued speaking, scolding them. "You didn't need to hit her!"
She knelt beside me, her hands moving around my injured face as if she wanted to help but didn't know how to.
"Oh, Avaline, I'm so sorry. You didn't mean to insult them, did you? You were just worried about the little girl."
Her acting was remarkable as usual. In my previous life, I had been fooled by exactly this kind of act. I had been grateful for her intervention, and had seen her as my only ally in a world that seemed determined to destroy me.
The rage that had been building in my chest finally boiled over. Without thinking at all, I slapped Solaya hard across her face.
The sound was even louder than when Dion had struck me. Solaya's head snapped to the side, as she staggered backwards before being caught by one of the brothers.
When she looked at me again there was genuine shock in her eyes accompanied by fear.
A thin line of blood was trickling from her split lip, rolling down her chin and I could see the red handprint already forming on her pale cheek.
She raised her hand to her face, touching the wound with trembling fingers as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.
"You... you hit me," she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.
"Yes," I said, as I got up to my feet, despite the way my head was spinning. "I did."
For a moment, the room was completely silent. Then Alistar broke the silence by yelling out for the guards..
"Guards!" he roared, his voice carrying the full Alpha authority that he was known for. "GUARDS!"
The sound of running footsteps echoed as the guards immediately responded to his call. Within seconds, the healing chambers were filled with armed men, their hands already going towards their weapons before they were even told what their threat was.
"Drag her out of here," Alistar commanded, his brown eyes filled with disgust and fury as he pointed at me.
"Take her to the dungeons and teach her what happens when she assaults a pack member."
Strong arms were pulling me with a lot of force that wasn't necessary. I didn't resist their attempts as they began to drag me toward the door.
There was no point in fighting – I was outnumbered and outmatched, and struggling would only make things worse for me.
"Wait," I said, looking back at Aida's sleeping unaware of what was going on around her. "She needs someone to watch over her. She's just a child, and she's still recovering."
"She's not your concern anymore," Dion said coldly. "You've lost the right to care about anyone but yourself."
As they dragged me from the room, I caught sight of Solaya who was being helped by the brothers. The shock from earlier was now replaced by something that looked almost like satisfaction.
She had gotten exactly what she wanted, letting the brothers brand me as someone who is unstable and crazy and clearly needed to be taken out of the equation.
The dungeons beneath the pack house were a place I had hoped never to see. The cells were small and dark as no light normally came down here and it was filled with the stench of people who had died down here for crimes, that they might have not committed.
They threw me into one of the cells with enough force that I hit the far wall, scratching my palms on the rough stone. The door was slammed shut behind me, the noise sealing my fate.
"Orders are to soften her up," one of the guards said to his companion. "Make sure she understands her place."
The guards didn't need to enter the cage to beat me up. Through the bars, they could reach me easily enough, and they took turns hitting me where it hurt, making sure that I suffered gravely for my offense. My offense for standing up to the brothers.
I curled up in the corner of the cell, trying to protect my vital organs as best I could. The pain was excruciating, but I had experienced worse. I had burned alive, after all. This was nothing compared to that.
When they finally got tired of using me as their entertainment, I was left alone in the darkness, my body hurting all over yet my spirit remained undaunted by what I had experienced.
I was expecting to feel broken, defeated, but instead I felt... free. For the first time in my life, I had stood up for something that mattered. I had chosen Aida over their approval, and I would do it again.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor approaching made me look up. Dion and Alistar soon showed up in front of my cell, standing behind Solaya like a pair of bodyguards.
Her face was still swollen from my slap, and she stayed slightly behind them as if she feared I might somehow reach through the bars and strike her again.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Dion asked.
"All you have to do is apologize," Alistar added. "Tell Solaya you're sorry for attacking her, and we'll let you out."
I looked at Solaya, who was watching me carefully. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"No," I said simply.
Solaya's eyes widened with fear as she spoke out. "What do you mean, no?"
"I mean I'm not apologizing for something you deserved," I replied, my voice steady despite the pain in my ribs. "You've been manipulating everyone around you for years, and it's time someone called you out on it."
The brothers exchanged glances with each other and I could see their anger being reignited from scratch.
They had expected me to beg for forgiveness and my constant stubbornness wasn't a part of their plan.
"Fine," Dion said, nodding his head slowly.
"You can stay here until you come to your senses."
"But what if your father finds out?" Solaya asked, with genuine worry. "Alpha Monroe will be furious if he discovers you've imprisoned Avaline."
"Father won't be back for a week," Alistar said dismissively, waving his hand away as if I was merely an inconvenience and needed not to be taken seriously. "She can stay down here for the entire time if she wants to be stubborn. No food, no water, no contact with anyone until she apologizes."
They turned to leave, but Solaya hung around for a moment longer. "I really am sorry this happened, Avaline," she said softly. "I never wanted things
to go this far."
"No, you're not," I said quietly. "But you will be."
Chapter 54ZIRAELIt was, I recognized, a more elaborate lie than her earlier attempts, constructed with enough plausible detail to withstand casual scrutiny. But it was still a lie, and I felt the recognition of that fact settle uncomfortably alongside the genuine tenderness building in my chest as I watched her fight to maintain her composure despite the fever still visibly wracking her body."Very well," I said finally, choosing, as I had chosen once already during our journey home, to extend patience rather than force a confrontation she clearly wasn't ready to survive. "I will not call for a healer, if that is truly your wish. But I would ask that you allow me to remain, at least until the worst of this passes. I would not feel right leaving you alone in this state, regardless of whatever explanation you've offered for its cause."Something in her expression softened at that, genuine surprise flickering across her features as though she hadn't qu
Chapter 53ZIRAELI had not intended to visit Avaline's quarters that night. My original purpose had been considerably more mundane — a matter of scheduling, a message I meant to have delivered regarding the following week's diplomatic correspondence, one that could easily have waited until morning had some restless instinct not pulled me toward her wing of the palace instead of my own study.I had learned, over my long centuries of rule, to trust such instincts rather than dismiss them as idle whim. They had served me well in matters of war and politics alike, warning me of danger before conscious thought could catch up to whatever my senses had already registered. I did not yet understand why that same instinct had begun attaching itself so persistently to Avaline, but I had stopped questioning it somewhere during our journey home from Nightwood, content simply to follow where it led.It led me, that particular evening, to the corridor outside her r
Chapter 52AVALINEI counted the remaining pills for the third time that morning, as though recounting might somehow conjure more from the small, dwindling collection hidden inside the lining of my second dress. Seven left. Seven doses, and no clear way to obtain more before they ran out entirely.I had known this day was coming. Elder Mira had given me a year's supply before I left Nightwood, but a year's supply, I had learned, meant something different once I began accounting for the days I'd taken double doses during moments of particular panic, the handful of pills lost when one bottle had cracked during our journey and spilled half its contents into the dirt before I could gather them back up. What should have lasted considerably longer had instead worn down to almost nothing within the span of a few short weeks, and I had been too consumed by the business of simply surviving each day to notice how quickly the supply had thinned until it was nearly too late t
Chapter 51LUCERION"I promise," I said. "And I do not make promises to children lightly, Aida. I have lived a very long time, and I have learned that promises made carelessly cause more damage than honesty ever could. So understand that when I tell you this is your home now, permanently, without conditions attached, I mean it entirely."She studied me a moment longer, as though testing the sincerity behind my words, and I let her look, understanding that trust, for someone who had been taught so thoroughly to expect its betrayal, could not simply be demanded but had to be earned through patient, consistent proof."Why?" she asked finally. "Why do you want us here? We're not anything special. Mummy's just a servant, and I'm not even really her daughter, not by blood."The question struck me harder than I expected, and I felt something fierce and protective rise in my chest at the casual, practiced way she dismissed her own worth, clearly repeating so
Chapter 50LUCERIONI had not expected to enjoy the company of a five-year-old child nearly as much as I found myself enjoying it, and the realization sat strangely alongside everything else I thought I understood about my own nature.It began, as most things with Aida seemed to begin, with a simple request that quickly grew into something considerably larger than either of us had anticipated. She had found me in the palace library one afternoon, curled into a window seat with a book Fenwick had selected for her, struggling visibly over a passage that clearly exceeded whatever reading instruction she'd received during her brief, brutal childhood at Nightwood."What does this word mean?" she asked, holding the book up toward me with the particular directness that seemed to characterize everything about her, no hesitation, no careful calculation of whether the question might annoy me.I glanced at the word she indicated, unremarkable enough on its own,
Chapter 49AVALINEIt should have felt easier than it did, this gentle, undemanding kindness offered so freely by people who owed me nothing and expected nothing in return. And in many ways, it was easier. Easier to breathe, easier to sleep, easier to watch Aida run laughing through the palace gardens without the constant, gnawing fear that someone might snatch that joy away at any moment.But beneath the ease, a quieter unease had begun to take root, one I couldn't quite shake no matter how many kind words Bettina or Fenwick offered, no matter how many peaceful nights passed without incident.Solaya's voice echoed in my memory more often than I wanted to admit, that final threat delivered in the courtyard just before our departure. You'll be back on your knees begging them to take you in, once you realize the mistake you've made. I did not believe, not truly, that I had made any mistake in choosing to leave. But I knew Solaya well enough, had watched her man







