Surviving As The Villainess:Rise Of The Reborn Luna Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 32ZIRAELI had told Lucerion to let her handle it herself, and for a while, I meant it. There was value in watching how a person conducted themselves when they believed no one strong enough to help them was paying attention. It told you things about their character that no formal introduction ever could. Avaline stood in that courtyard with her daughter on her hip and two grown Alphas trying to loom over her, and she did not so much as flinch.I found that I admired her for it. More than I had expected to.But admiration did not mean I intended to let the situation continue indefinitely.The dark-haired one, Dion, had already struck me as the more volatile of the two brothers. I had watched him throughout the banquet the previous night, the way his temper simmered just beneath a thin veneer of civility, the way his eyes tracked Avaline with a possessiveness that had nothing to do with affection and everything to do with entitlement. He was t

Chapter 34LUCERIONThe pack house had barely vanished behind the tree line before I decided to make my mate suffer a little for his restraint."I have to say," I began, guiding my horse alongside the carriage at an unhurried pace, "I expected considerably more bloodshed back there."Zirael did not look at me. He sat with his usual composed stillness, his golden eyes fixed somewhere on the middle distance, though I suspected his attention was actually very much occupied with the carriage beside us and its two occupants. "You sound disappointed.""A little," I admitted. "You had that look. The one you get right before you remind an entire room why it's unwise to test you. I was fully prepared to watch you dismantle that boy's arm at the elbow.""The thought crossed my mind," he said, and there was something in the flatness of his voice that told me he meant it entirely literally."And yet." I clicked my tongue in mock disapproval. "Such

Chapter 36AVALINEThe inn Zirael had chosen for our first night on the road was nicer than anywhere I had ever slept in my entire life, which was not a particularly high bar to clear, but it still left me standing frozen in the doorway of our room for a long moment, simply staring.There were two proper beds, both piled with actual blankets rather than the thin, moth-eaten things I had grown accustomed to. A washbasin sat in the corner with clean water already prepared, steam still curling faintly off its surface. The window had glass in it, unbroken, and heavy curtains that could be drawn to block out the cold entirely rather than leaving gaps for the wind to whistle through."Is this all ours?" Aida asked, her voice hushed with the particular awe of a child encountering something she had never dared imagine belonged to people like us."All ours," I confirmed, setting our small bag of belongings on the floor near the door.She climbed onto t

Chapter 38ZIRAELBy the third morning of our journey, I had begun to notice a pattern in Avaline's behavior that I could not quite dismiss as mere coincidence.Each morning, without fail, she found some reason to excuse herself from our company shortly after waking — a need to check on Aida's belongings, a claim of wanting fresh air before the day's ride, once even an insistence on inspecting the wheel of the carriage for damage, despite the fact that our driver had already done so twice. Each excuse was reasonable enough on its own. Taken together, they formed a pattern too consistent to be accidental.I said nothing of it during breakfast that morning, watching instead as she returned from her latest disappearance with color slightly higher in her cheeks than the cool morning air alone would account for, her movements a fraction too deliberate, as though she were concentrating carefully on appearing unconcerned. She settled beside Aida, helped the

Chapter 40AVALINEI had spent my entire life hearing stories about Hidden Haven, and every single one of them had painted the same picture — a lawless, blood-soaked territory where monsters ruled without restraint, where the screams of the damned echoed through streets paved with the bones of anyone foolish enough to wander in uninvited. The pack had used it as a threat for as long as I could remember, a place spoken of in hushed, fearful voices, the way parents in other territories might speak of hell itself.So when the carriage finally crested the last ridge separating us from Zirael's kingdom, I found myself entirely unprepared for what actually lay spread out beneath us.The city stretched for what looked like miles, nestled in a wide valley ringed by mountains that caught the late afternoon light and turned it gold. Towers rose gracefully from its center, elegant rather than menacing, built from pale stone that seemed almost to glow. Streets wo