The Rejected Mate's Curse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

CAMILLA’S POVA week had passed, and the whispers had only grown louder.No one had confronted us directly—no accusations hurled in public, no outright defiance—but the rumors spread like wildfire, twisting and warping into something grotesque. The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact.Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed.But none of that mattered.What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.The weight of their stares, the hushed conversations that ceased whenever I entered a room—it was suffocating. I was exhausted from pretending it d

Ryker’s POVShe thought she had me cornered. I could see it in her smug little smirk, the way she leaned back like she had all the time in the world, like she was the one in control. But what she didn’t realize was that I had already figured her out. It didn’t take long. The moment she walked into my life, I knew exactly what kind of person she was—vain, manipulative, desperate for power. And the quickest way to get under her skin? Dismiss her so-called brilliance as mere luck.People like her thrived on admiration. They wanted to be feared, respected, envied. Take that away, and all they had left was their schemes and the bitterness of being overlooked.She tilted her head, studying me as I sat across from her. “I could just tell you everything that happened, but where’s the fun in that?” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. “All I will say is this—you’re not easy to catch off guard. It’s almost admirable.”Her eyes flickered with something unreadable as she continued, “I su

RYKER’S POVFor three long days, an eerie silence settled over the palace. On the surface, everything seemed calm, but I knew better—silence was never a good sign. It was the kind of quiet that lurked before a storm, before chaos erupted in ways no one expected.Camilla, ever the optimist, tried to ease my mind. She insisted that if nothing had happened yet, maybe there was nothing to worry about. But she didn’t feel the tension thrumming in the walls, the weight of something unseen pressing down on my shoulders. She spent most of her time with the girls, oblivious to the way my instincts screamed at me. In a way, I was relieved she didn’t sense it—I didn’t want her burdened by the same unease gnawing at me.Still, she had her own worries. She told me she’d spoken to Alara, though she refused to share the details. All she said was that it hadn’t ended well. After that, Alara had locked herself away, refusing to leave her chambers. And that—more than anything—put me on edge. Alara was

CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe weight of relief settled over the pack like the first quiet after a storm. With Alara locked away in the cells, the air felt lighter, almost like we could breathe again. The past three days had been the most peaceful ones we'd had in a long time. The whispers of doubt had been silenced, replaced by the cold truth—Ryker was innocent.The town knew now. They had seen the transcripts, read every damning word that confirmed Alara’s betrayal. And yet, despite everything, I couldn’t summon the shock I should have felt. If I was honest with myself, it made too much sense. The way she always lurked in shadows, slipping into places she didn’t belong. The way she carried secrets in her eyes, as if they were burning to be let out.How had I not seen it sooner?She must have been the one who spread the rumors about what happened at the waterfall with Alastair. She had nearly destroyed Ryker. I had watched the burden of that accusation weigh him down like chains, crushing him b

CAMILLA’S POVAs per tradition, we couldn’t leave until the place was completely cleared. It was a long-standing rule—one we had followed for years. Only when the last person had returned to their home and the executioner had carried the body away did we dare to step forward.I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look. I knew if I did, nausea would overwhelm me. My stomach was already twisted into painful knots, my throat dry as if it had been scorched. I wanted to convince myself that I didn’t care, that this was just another consequence of a cruel world. But deep down, I knew the truth—I still had a softness in me, one that Ryker didn’t share.Unlike him, I believed that if fate had been kinder, if circumstances had been different, she might have been, too.Ryker’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Everything’s been cleared out.”I swallowed hard and forced myself to glance up. The guillotine stood tall against the darkening sky, its blade gleaming with fresh blood. The g