The Perfect Revenge Of The Luna Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Caspian's Pov Pain.It was the first thing I felt when I woke up. A deep, burning ache in my side, as if someone had driven a hot blade through me and left it there. My head throbbed, my muscles ached, and even breathing felt like work.For a moment, I kept my eyes closed, focusing only on the sound of my own heartbeat. Slow, steady. Still alive. That was something.Then I caught it.A scent.Familiar. Warm. Wild. The kind of scent that cuts through pain, through exhaustion, through everything else. My chest tightened, my pulse jumping.Nyx.My mind fought against it. It couldn’t be. She was far from here, deep in the forest. There was no way she could be here this fast. The idea that she could be here now, sitting in the same room, was ridiculous.I told myself I was dreaming. Hallucinating from the wolfsbane still running in my blood.But then I felt it.A hand, warm against mine. Not a dream. Not a trick. Real. Her grip wasn’t weak or hesitant. It was firm, grounding me. Pulling

Caspian's Pov The rain clung to us as we hurried back inside, our laughter still echoing softly down the hallway. My hand stayed wrapped around hers, and even when we crossed the threshold, dripping water across the polished floors, I didn’t let go.For once, I didn’t care what the guards or the servants saw. Let them. Let the whole world see.She belonged here, with me.We moved down the corridor, hand in hand, the sound of our wet shoes against stone leaving a trail behind us.She looked up at me, cheeks flushed from the run, lips red from our kiss outside, hair damp and sticking to her skin. The sight of her like this, laughing, alive, vibrant, stirred something deep in me. Something I couldn’t hold back any longer.When we reached my room, I pushed the door open and guided her inside. The guards remained in the hall, but I didn’t care if they knew what would happen next. I shut the door and locked it, shutting out the rest of the world.For a moment, we just stood there. The rai

Nyx's Pov The dream came at first like a whisper, soft and unreal, like fog curling around the edges of my mind. I was standing on the hill above the valley, the grass wet beneath my bare feet, the air thick and heavy. A chill brushed across my skin, the kind that prickled every nerve.Liam was there, laughing, chasing a ball across the grass, unaware of the danger behind him. And then… I saw him fall.This time it wasn’t some shadowy figure, some faceless enemy. It was Caspian. He was holding a knife, his eyes dark, sharp, impossible. He moved with precision, a predator stalking prey, and he struck at Liam.I screamed in the dream, but no sound came out. My hands shook as I ran toward him, but the distance stretched, as if the earth itself conspired to keep me from reaching him. I could feel the warmth of the knife, the fear in Liam’s eyes, the pain. And then he was gone, slipping through my fingers like smoke, leaving me alone, standing in the wet grass, my heart pounding in terro

Zade's Pov The candlelight burned low in my office, filling the air with the heavy scent of wax and smoke. The night pressed against the tall windows, thick and black, as if the world itself had cloaked its face from the things we were about to say. Shadows clung to every corner, curling like claws, restless, hungry. It was the perfect setting for the work at hand.Draven stood at the long oak table, his hands braced against the scarred surface, his eyes sharp and cold. He had the look of a man forged in steel and blood, every line of him cut by violence. Beside him, Kiera leaned back in her chair, her lips twisted into that sly half-smile she wore so well, the smile that promised both comfort and cruelty in the same breath. Two others from my most trusted circle sat farther down, quiet, watchful, waiting for me to speak.This was not a council for the faint-hearted. This was war in its rawest form.I let the silence stretch a moment longer, letting them feel the weight of it. Then

Nyx's Pov The house was too quiet that night.Every shadow seemed heavier, stretching long and dark across the walls. Every tick of the clock echoed like a hammer in my chest. I sat by the window, my shawl clutched tight around me, staring at the fading light of day as it bled into the deepening dark.The full moon.It hung in my mind like a curse. For days, Caspian had spoken of it with certainty, with hope, telling me that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. That with my help, with the cure I had prepared, he might finally be whole again.I wanted to believe him.But what if he was wrong?What if I had failed?The thought twisted inside me, sharp and unforgiving. I pressed my palms against my knees, trying to keep still, trying not to tremble. He had promised that no matter what happened, we would face it together. But deep inside, fear gnawed at me. Fear that I wasn’t strong enough. Fear that nothing I did would ever be enough to save him.The door opened softly, and