The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

CHARLOTTEThe wind was howling again.It rattled the windowpanes and made the torches along the corridor flicker, throwing long, shivering shadows across the stone walls. I’d gotten used to the sound of the palace breathing at night but tonight felt different. Uneasy. Charged.Maybe because I couldn’t sleep.I’d spent the last hour pacing back and forth in my chamber, my mind still clouded with thoughts of Jeffrey—his pale, still face, the sound of his coughing, the way his hand had felt so cold in mine. No healer had been able to wake him, and every passing day made it harder to breathe.And yet, somewhere deep inside me, there was a voice whispering that this wasn’t the end. That someone had done this on purpose.I stopped pacing and glanced toward my mother’s old chest, sitting half-covered in dust near the corner of the room. She’d brought it with her when she came here years ago, but it had remained sealed ever since. I never had the heart to open it, she always said it contained

EMMALAINE I slammed my palm against the table so hard that the crystal goblet beside me tipped and shattered, scattering shards like my patience across the marble floor. The elders stood trembling before me, heads bowed, afraid to meet my eyes. “How could you?” I hissed. “How could you let her take charge of this pack?”Elder Venn tried to speak, his wrinkled fingers twisting the edge of his robe. “Luna, the council voted...”“Voted?” I snapped, taking a step forward. “You call that a vote? It was treachery! You cowards stood there and watched her seize what belongs to me. What I built. What I deserve!”They didn’t answer. None of them dared. The fire in the hearth roared behind me, the shadows dancing across their frightened faces. My anger boiled like lava beneath my skin.“I should strip your titles and have your heads displayed on the gates,” I spat, circling them like a predator. “You spineless fools couldn’t even lift a finger to defend me. Instead, you handed power to that li

CHARLOTTE The light around me shattered like glass. My scream tore through a world that wasn’t mine as the mirror pulled me deeper and its power coiled around my soul, refusing to let me go. My heart thundered painfully in my chest, every breath scraping like fire.“Stop, please!” I cried, but the mirror ignored me. It wanted me to see. It wanted me to suffer.The world around me shifted, colors melting into a scene that was painfully familiar and when I looked closely, it was Jeffrey’s chamber in the palace. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and spiced wine, his scent. My heart clenched. “Jeffrey…” I whispered, reaching out. My fingers passed through him like smoke.He was standing near the long oak table, speaking softly to someone. Then, from the doorway, Emmalaine walked in.Her gown shimmered like liquid gold, and in her hands was a tray of food. I froze. No. I knew what this was. My stomach turned as dread curled in my gut.“Jeffrey, don’t eat that,” I whispered, my voice s

CHARLOTTE The path back to the palace seemed endless. Every step I took sent needles of pain shooting through my swollen feet. My legs trembled, and my body screamed for rest, but I couldn’t stop, we still had a long way to go. The relic was pressed tightly against my chest, wrapped in a torn piece of my cloak. I could feel its faint pulse against my skin.I glanced at Kael and the others walking ahead. Their faces were drawn, shadows of exhaustion etched under their eyes. Lyra trailed beside me, her silent presence grounding me. She caught my gaze for a moment and offered a small, reassuring smile before scribbling on her notepad and showing me:“Almost there.”I tried to smile back, though my lips barely moved. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Almost.”But in truth, the palace still felt like a dream miles away. The sun had begun to set, spilling gold and crimson across the horizon, and the cold air of dusk bit at my skin.“Let’s rest here,” Kael said finally, stopping near a fallen tree.No o

CHARLOTTE It had been weeks since I gave birth, and today, I was finally strong enough to go outside. I couldn’t wait to visit my mother, she was still at the hospital recovering, but the thought of seeing her and showing her pictures of Madeline and Kieran filled my heart with warmth.I hummed quietly as I brushed my hair, letting it fall in soft curls over my shoulders. The maids fussed around me, helping me into a cream-colored gown that shimmered faintly when I moved.“Thank you,” I said softly, adjusting the sleeves as I turned toward the mirror.For a long moment, I just looked at myself. My reflection looked… alive again. A soft knock came from the doorframe. Lyra stood there, silent as ever, her silver hair braided neatly down her back. She held her little notepad as usual, her amber eyes gleaming with warmth.She scribbled something quickly and turned the pad toward me.“You look beautiful.”I smiled at her, my heart softening. “Thank you, Lyra. You’re sweet.”She gave a sm