My Second Chance Mate Is An Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

~Eleanor~ Backtrack to the day of the ritual… Earlier that morning, Father had sent three maids to me despite my insistence. He said he didn't want anything to go wrong, and he wanted everything perfect. My father is my pride, and I have nothing against him. I was dressed in a plain, floral white gown. A blue moon pendant attached to a red string could be seen around my neck. A silver tiara, shimmering under the full red moon, was placed on my head. Standing barefoot on an altar with a giant statue of the first Luna Queen and the first female Beta comrade of Blue Moon Pack, ore-made silver shackles were used to bind my arms together. “Kneel! Beta Victor has arrived, and the ritual shall begin.” The high priest announced. The tone in which it was said was surprisingly as powerful as it would have been the pack Alpha rather than a beta. But I was so blinded by my excitement of being the beta's mate that I nodded with a gentle bow before going to my knees. It's the first time I wil

~Eleanor~The moment Nadia muttered the incantation and the spirit fled, everything around me blurred like smoke in motion. I barely had time to breathe, let alone speak, before the room around us shimmered and dissolved.The air turned crisp. The scent of pine and something ancient wrapped itself around my senses. In the blink of an eye, I found myself standing in the center of what could only be described as a coven’s sanctum, with high stone walls overgrown with thick black moss, encircling a clearing lit by moonlight filtered through fractured glass above. It felt like we were somewhere between the earth and a place far older.The silence here was different.Nadia didn’t waste a second. With a sweep of her hand, seventeen black candles dropped to the forest floor in a perfect circle around the stone dais. No wax melted. No flames yet flickered. She disappeared before I could blink, her body vanishing into the same shimmer that brought us here.“Wait… Nadia!” I called, but she was

~Unknown Location~ The night was thick, moonless, and drowned in silence. Shadows clung to the brick walls like rotting ivy, wet with the stench of decay and forgotten bodies. Two figures stood where the alley narrowed into pitch-blackness. “Master,” the smaller one said, bowing low. His voice was a rasp of wind over bone. “I bring news.” A low, amused hum answered him. “Speak.” The spy’s eyes flickered with fear. “The lady you speak of… the one of royal bloodline. She’s getting stronger than before. If we don't act fast now she'll become a bigger obstacle. Plus… there's another one.” There was a pause after the statement was made. “Another obstacle?” the taller figure asked. “Yes, Master. The witch, Nadia. She’s being too stubborn with zero ambition. Unlike the other one, Jenna. She refused to be manipulated. She believes in the girl. Deeply, too deeply. She’s pushing Eleanor toward reclaiming her Luna strength.” The Master let out a cold and lifeless chuckle. A sound that d

~Eleanor~ I opened the door with just a crack and peeked out. Two guards were pinned against the corridor walls, groaning, seeming to be in intense pain. The figure darted past them, cloaked in black, moving like a shadow. I barely registered the motion before it got in front of me. I tried to slam the door shut but I was too slow. A flash of dark energy surged forward. Boom! The blast of black magic struck me square in the chest. I flew back like a ragdoll, crashing against the far wall. Pain erupted through my body. I hit the floor hard, coughing violently as blood spilled from my lips. My ribs screamed, and it felt like my organs were collapsing in on themselves. ARGH! Damn! I tried to rise but failed. My limbs shook. My vision had gone mia. The cloaked figure silently stepped inside, swiftly, with her face hidden beneath the folds of black fabric. I could tell from the small form of her cloak that a female was behind it. The aura around was suffocating and cold; soaked in fo

~Eleanor~“When did Jenna begin wielding dark magic?” I asked.Nadia blinked, startled. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen her use it. Not once. And I’ve never even smelled it on her.”I frowned. “Smelled?”She fluttered her eyes before quickly nodding. “Dark magic has a scent, Miss Luna. It clings to skin and breath like ash soaked in rusted iron. It’s not something anyone can easily wash off. Those who use it carry it… unless they are top-level users. Minister Jenna could never achieve that level given her age.”“And you’ve never smelled it on Jenna?” I asked slowly.“Never.” Nadia’s voice trembled. “And I would’ve noticed. I trained with her. Ate with her. Fought beside her. There was never a trace.”A cold silence followed. Confusion settled in my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. None of it made sense. If Jenna had truly attacked Nathaniel using forbidden magic, there should’ve been signs… more than just a pendant.I frowned harder, stepping a