Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Ember Frost’s POVThat one week dragged by in the slowest way possible. Morning came slowly, the afternoons dragged, and the nights felt even longer. I tried to keep myself busy, but my thoughts kept wandering back to the Stormsphire Mountains.I kept wondering what was happening there, whether anything had changed, whether there had been any progress. The more I thought about it, the more restless I became. It felt strange to be so far away while something so important was unraveling somewhere else.More than once, I caught myself lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining the long stretch of mountains, the cold air, the silence of the high peaks. A childish thought kept crossing my mind—I wished I could just disappear, leave everything behind, and go straight there, just to see things with my own eyes and stop this endless waiting.But of course, I couldn’t.All I could do was wait… and hope the next day would bring some kind of answer.But, as expected, Mira and the werewol

Ember Frost’s POVThe longer I turned it over in my mind, the more the possibility began to feel real. Not certain—but real enough to worry me.To begin with, Eira stood out from everyone else. Her bloodline alone made her different. There was something rare in it, something old and tangled, like a story that had been passed down through too many generations to remain simple.Ancient creatures had always cared about such things—bloodlines, heritage, power passed down through time. The stories about the prophetic witch weren’t just tales meant to scare children. That blood still ran in her veins, and that alone was enough to attract attention… especially from the wrong kind of beings.And there was more. Eira wasn’t just part of that line—she was said to descend from a prophetic witch. Some even believed she came from the direct line of Medina. To a demon nursing a grudge, a body like hers wouldn’t just be useful—it would feel like revenge served as justice.Then there was the state of

Ember Frost’s POVI had so many things I wanted to ask, but none of them came out right. In the end, I just said,“Did you find anything?”Eira sighed softly and shook her head. “No luck yet. The seal that’s supposed to hold the devil is still missing. And Medina’s daughter… it’s like she vanished from the world. No trace. No address. Nothing.”For a moment, neither of us said anything. Then her whole face lit up, like she’d just remembered a secret she’d been dying to share. She dropped her bag to the floor and pulled out a stack of worn books, their covers frayed and stitched by hand.“But we didn’t come back empty-handed,” she said quickly, kneeling in front of me. “Look at these.”She placed them in my hands one after another. The pages were yellowed, the edges rough, filled with cramped handwriting and strange symbols. Some were notes on powerful witches from centuries ago. Others were diagrams of spell circles I had never seen before. There were markings about rare bloodlines, a

Ember Frost’s POV“It’s only been thirty minutes,” I muttered, staring at the clock like it had personally offended me. The second hand kept ticking, while my nerves were anything but. “Why does it feel like we’ve been waiting forever?”Eira leaned back in her chair. “Give it time. An hour and a half, and this will be over.”An hour and a half? That sounded cruel.I kept talking to Eira to pass the time, nodding when I was supposed to. But inside my head, I was pestering Juniper nonstop.Say something. Do something. This is torture.“Why are you still fighting it? It’s late. Just lie down.” Juniper’s voice drifted through my mind, soft and worn.“I’m not tired,” I insisted, even though my eyes burned. “I want to hear the werewolf elders’ verdict. Everyone’s still awake. I’m not going to be the only one asleep.”“You say that, but you’ve been glaring at that clock like it offended you,” she murmured. “Go rest. If you turn in now, you’ll be up early. You can wander through the witch cla

Ember Frost’s POV“Are you sure about this?” Eira’s voice trembled a little. “This isn’t like dealing with bottled-up emotions. The second you take in the memory veil, it’ll start digging through the past. We won’t get a second to react.”“If I don’t try, we’ll never know,” I said. My heart was already racing, but I refused to let her see it. “Go. Get to your spot. I’ll handle this. If it goes wrong, we’ll figure something else out.”She hesitated for a second, then disappeared into her hiding spot and closed herself in.Once I was alone, I summoned another lump of memory veil into the room. It hovered in the air, thick and creamy, about the size of a small barrel. The air turned colder the moment it appeared.I drew in a slow breath and let it sit in my lungs. Then I stretched my hand toward the drifting mist.The air around it felt colder than the rest of the room. The closer my fingers got, the heavier it felt, like I was reaching into deep water instead of thin air. For a split se