로그인Elara's life was a series of betrayals: an illegitimate daughter raised as a wolf-less Cinder-Mate, scorned by her own father's Pack. Her only worth was to serve as the Mate of the dominant Alpha, Rhys, to whom she bore an heir despite her lack of a wolf form. But when Seraphina, Rhys's ex-lover, returned, the rival's relentless schemes and Rhys's cruel lack of trust forced Elara to make a radical choice. She ran. Two years later, the loyalists of the Fallen Lycan Kingdom have found their Princess. Armed with the love of her People and the truth of her blood, Elara returns from the abyss.
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私はどうしてこんなことになって、他の少女たちと一緒に鎖でつながれ、この不潔な独房にいるのだろう?
アンドレア、私の友達はどこ?
「アンドレア? アンドレア?」
「私よ、シベル」彼女は私と同じ独房にいる、すぐ後ろに。彼女は動きを縛る鎖を引きずりながら、私の腕に飛び込んでくる。
彼女は泣き出し、私も泣いた。
「大丈夫?」
「何があったの?」 「誘拐されたんだよ」 「ひっく、ひっく、ひっく、これからどうなるの?」 「落ち着いて、なんとかなるから」 「どうやって? 私達みんな鎖でつながれてるんだよ、ここで誰が助けてくれるっていうの?」武装した男たちが来るのが聞こえる。彼らは独房の鍵を開け、中に入り、私たちを引っ張り、独房の外に放り投げ始める。
「まっすぐ進め」
私たちは前進する。だいたい20人ほどだ。近くの少女に尋ねる。
「あなたはここにどれくらいいるの? 私はシベル、あなたは?」
「私はルピタ。3日目よ。1週間いる子たちもいるって聞いた。話によると、私たちがたくさん集まるのを待って、オークションで売るつもりらしい」何ですって、私たちを売るつもり? グアダルーペの聖母よ、私たちをお救いください。
「そこ、静かに! 黙って進め。処女の者は右へ、それ以外は左へ。検査するからな」
16歳から27歳くらいの金髪の少女が私と一緒に列から出る。他の者たちは反対側へ行く。私はアンドレアと引き離される。私たちは目に涙を浮かべて見つめ合う。
「大丈夫よ、シベル。なんとかなるから。絶対にあなたを見つけ出すから」
私たちは広間に入る。中央には50歳くらいの女性がいて、私たちを2人の女の子に指図する。
「さあ、洗わせろ。いつものようにレーザーで完全に脱毛しろ。美しくなければならない。最大限の金を引き出さなくては」
私たちは大きな浴室に連れて行かれる。
Elara’s POVThe cold seeped, starting from my fingertips and winding its way up my spine.I sat anchored to the oak chair, my fingers hooked into the carved armrests as the world began to tilt. Every ragged breath I took felt like it was pulling in shards of dry ice. My vision was starting to fray, the grey stones of the North Wing dissolving into a shimmering, golden haze that felt far too much like a memory.Suddenly, the Citadel was gone.I was back in the meadows, wrapped in a cloak. I could smell the sharp, clean scent of pine and the soft warmth of my mother’s skin. I felt her arms around me, shielding me from the biting wind with a strength that had always felt absolute. Maybe this is how it ends, I thought, a strange, peaceful lethargy settling over my heart. If I just stop fighting, I can finally go back to her.The dream shattered as the door was kicked open.I heard the frantic clatter of boots and the sharp, clinical voice of Hestia cutting through the fog. "The blood won
Rhy’s POVThe silence following Marcus’s death was louder than his daughter’s screams. I walked out of the dungeons, the metallic tang of failure coating my tongue like a layer of rust. Two gold coins. A dying child. A father who traded his soul for a miracle.A miracle or a death calling.My wolf was pacing beneath my skin, snarling at the sheer cleanliness of the crime. I went straight to the Hall of Healers."I want the logs," I growled, slamming my hand onto the head apothecary’s desk so hard the inkpots rattled. "Every tincture, every draft, every single visit made to the lower-tier quarters in the last fortnight. Now."The head apothecary, a man who usually smelled of dried lavender and nervous sweat, scrambled to comply. We spent three grueling hours poring over the vellum sheets. I personally checked the inventory for Nightshade and Silver-dust—the counts were perfect, down to the milligram. I cross-referenced the names of every authorized healer and mid-level apprentice.Noth
Rhys’ POVThe dungeon was a tomb of damp stone and old iron, the air thick with the copper tang of blood that had long since soaked into the masonry.I sat in the high-backed ironwood chair, my shadow stretching long and jagged across the wet floor. Marcus, a low-tier scout with hollow cheeks and eyes full of a frantic, cornered light, hung from the silver-shackles. His healing factor was useless against the constant, burning irritation of the silver. He was fading, his breath coming in shallow, wheezing rattles."One last time," I said, my voice dropping to a low, lethal hum. "Who gave you the poison? Who told you exactly when the guards shift in the North Wing?""It... it was just me," Marcus rasped, coughing up a spray of dark fluid. He looked at me with a twisted, defiant pride. "Silas was the true Alpha. You’re just a usurper, Rhys... and that Northern bitch is a plague on this house. I did what had to be done."I didn't believe a word of it. I stood up, the sudden movement makin
Rhys’ POVThe minutes bled into one another, heavy and suffocating.For fifteen agonizing minutes, I watched my own life force disappear into Elara’s pale, parted lips. My vision was starting to fray at the edges, a cold, hollow numb spreading from my fingertips up to my shoulders, but I didn't pull away. My blood was the only thing acting as a dam against the tide of her death. Slowly, the magic happened.The sluggish, unending flow from her abdomen began to thicken. The bandages, which had been soaked through every few seconds, finally held. The dark, angry red of the wound started to crust over as her own wolf finally recognized the reinforcements I was pouring into her."It's stopping," Hestia breathed, her voice cracking with a mixture of shock and reverence. She adjusted the poultice with trembling hands, her eyes wide as she looked at the clotted wound. "It’s a miracle. Your regenerative factor is actually overwriting the toxin. But Alpha, you have to stop. You've given too mu
Elara’s POVI had been awake the second the iron bolt groaned in the outer chamber.My senses were sharp, vibrating with the residual hum of the night’s fever. I felt the shift in the air as Seraphina breached the room, the scent of jasmine, desperation, and the sharp, metallic tang of her mounting
Serephina’s POVI didn't stop running until the heavy doors of my own chambers slammed shut, the iron bolt clicking into place with a sound like a guillotine.The silence of my room was an insult. "Ten years!" I shrieked, the sound tearing from my throat like a physical wound.I grabbed a porcelai
Seraphina’s POVI spent the entire night on my balcony, the stone balustrade biting into my palms as I stared toward the North Wing. The winter wind whipped my hair into a tangled mess, but I didn't feel the chill. I was waiting for the sound of a scream to tear through the silence, or the frantic
Elara’s POVHis tongue pushed past my lips with raw hunger, tasting of whiskey and fury, and I hated how quickly my own mouth opened for him. I tried to turn my head, but his hand was already fisted in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me.I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.He growl
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