The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I could feel the faint hum of our bond the night before. I don't know what kaid is up to but something just doesn't sit well. That thought had kept me awake all night.I walked carefully, my fingers brushing along the edge of the stairs as i descended the stair case that led to my old room. My heart beat. I hadn’t been here since i left with kaid. My father—no, when the man I once thought was my father had forbidden her from venturing near it.Now I understood why.The air grew colder with every step I took. Behind me, Bobby followed in silence. He had insisted on coming, though I had warned him the Queen’s guards would flay on us if we were caught sneaking into the sealed observatory. “If you’re walking into shadows, I would walk with you.” he said simply.I did not argue further after that I just let him do whatever he wants.Finally we got to the base of the stairway. The great door stood before us, carved of dark oak and bound to an old iron. Strange sy

Arya povTorn between sending a letter to Kaid or not about my unspoken fear. I decided against not. I was woken up by the guard and cleaners shuffling around my wing axis. I went down for breakfast. My father and sister with Bobby were already seated."Arya! Come join us," christabel called smiling. A facade that was quite in the open.We ate in silence, but my heart raced. Time is going fast and I need to get what I came back to this pack for.My father was pulled in for an urgent meeting while christabel decided to go rest for the day due to her condition.The letter burned cold in my pocket. I had kept it there since the moment i found it in my father’s study; the one written in that language i could not name but could feel. Every step i took since had been haunted by the pull of it, as if each curve of the letters had a heartbeat that whispered directly beneath my skin.I walked alone through the far wing of the Icewood pack house, I could hear my h

Later that night, I closed the heavy door behind me as Bobby’s footsteps faded down the staircase. He had done his duty, his eyes firm with loyalty, but she knew the night’s burden was mine alone now.The floor beneath my booth were cold and hard as a stone. I approached the table where the book lay open, the symbols on its pages rewritten in my mind. I placed my hand over the letter’s seal, black wax pressed into the shape of twin wings curving around it like a drop of light and felt its heartbeat beneath my palm.From where I stood, I could feel the man known to the court as Light stood with his back to the shelves, his presence calm as though waiting for me. When I looked up he did not startle.“You came,” he said quietly, voice neither warm nor cold. “Some of your kind never do.”“I had to,” i replied. “I found the rest of it.” my throat closed on the words but i forced them out. “The symbols, the phrase, It’s waking. I feel it.”He stepped closer, lantern

The corridors were empty and hollow. I moved through them like a knight that had learned to walk, my pace unhurried but my expression smoothed into the kind of calmness that an expert of facade could form. The discovery in the library had shattered my heart, kept it in constant turmoil. I could still feel the tremor of it in my chest but the time for shock had longed passed. Now came the reckoning. There were only a handful of people in my father’s court who might know the truth behind the spring and my mother’s death. And one name whispered itself to me before i even allowed the thought to form. 'Light.' Light, the silent guardian who never smiled but always lingered near the door. I had once thought him part of the shadows themselves, too tall, too still, too quiet to be entirely human. Now, the memory of his pale eyes followed me down the hall. The castle had changed since my mother’s time I guess, but the deeper wings r

For a moment, the sigils pulsed. Then faded.I drew back, my breath hitched . The silence that followed felt heavier.Somewhere beyond the corridor, footsteps echoed again but lighter this time, yet measured. Christabel voice, sharp and close sang across the walls.“Arya,” she said from the darkness behind her, the softness gone now, stripped to suspicion. “Why are you really here?”The question hung like a blade between us.I turned slowly, the moonlight catching the pale silver in my eyes.And this time, I didn’t smile.The corridor was narrow and bright with moonlight. Shadows hung long against the stone as if listening.Christabel stood at the far end, her voice still carrying the sharpness of suspicion.“Arya,” she said again, her voice lower this time, almost soft. “Why are you really here?”she asked again.The words settled like frost.I turned to face her. The stillness between us deepened, and the night air seem heavier with unsp