The Rejected Queen Luna's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

- Princess Helena’s POV -I had hoped to see her awake, even for a heartbeat, before I left for the Rigorou Mountain Pack. When her eyelids fluttered open, I felt my chest tighten in a way I had long forgotten. The cold barrier around my heart, the one that had hardened through years of loss, trembled.With Mother and Father beside me, I managed only a few words, though my heart screamed for more. “I will avenge you, my dear sister, Queen Luna.” The vow spilled from me without thought. It was not rehearsed, not forced. It was my heart, raw and unguarded, speaking aloud.I wanted to embrace her, to pull her frail body into my arms and shield her from the torment she had endured. I wanted to tell her she was no longer alone, that no one would ever chain her again. But the moment I touched her, her eyes drifted closed. She slipped back into sleep, as though even the effort of breathing was too much.She was exhausted. Not just from the present, but from years of torment carved into her fl

- Princess Helena's POV -It was already three in the afternoon when we arrived at the Rigorou Mountain Pack.My body was aching a bit from sitting for more than twelve hours. Now I wished I had taken my own horse on the way here. I was completely bored during the entire travel, not to mention the royal guard who was with me.We had traveled for almost half of the day. I ordered Neong to take the route that would lead us to the back of the Rigorou Mountain. I did not want to have a grand entrance. I wanted them to get curious first, and everything would follow after that."Welcome to our pack, Princess Helena!" It was a male voice.I was still sitting inside the chariot when those words welcomed me.Good thing I was covered with a roof. I chose the chariot with a cover to avoid any interaction during my travel.I took a peek. When I saw the man who said those words, I realized it was the Alpha who rejected my sister. He could not see my face because of the cover, but I could clearly se

- Alpha Froylan’s POV -“Son.” My father’s voice carried through the door of my chamber.I pressed my lips together, restraining a sigh. “Father.”I have never been comfortable with him entering my space, never comfortable with the way he breathes nothing but power and ambition. To him, life begins and ends with dominance, with crowns, with greed. Perhaps it is because he once sat as Alpha of this pack, clinging still to the taste of command.When he entered, I noticed the box in his hand. A shoebox.“Give this to the Gargantillan Princess.” His words were not a request; they were an order. Yet every bone in me resisted.“She would be glad if you were the one to hand her a pair of heels,” he added when I stayed silent.I bit my lip to suppress the frustration rising in my chest. I know we are meant to please the princess, but why does this feel like something else? Why does it feel like my father’s intentions crawl deeper, darker than loyalty?“Ask the servants, Father,” I replied col

- Princess Helena’s POV -He did not move. He simply stood there, staring at me, his gaze locked into mine like chains.I could not read him, and that infuriated me. What was he thinking? Was he not even shaken by my face, a face identical to the woman he had rejected? Did he no longer remember my sister? Did he erase her from his mind as easily as one erases dirt from their boots?The thought clawed at me until my hands trembled. He showed no fear, no guilt, not even the faintest spark of recognition. His composure was an insult. If he could look at me and remain so calm, then he had already forgotten her. Forgotten Vienna, forgotten the girl he broke in Hermenia as if she were nothing.Damn him.I broke our silent contest and turned away, forcing my body back into my chair.“He is your mate,” Britain’s voice slid into my mind as soon as I sat.The words made my blood burn. “Do you even hear yourself, Britain? He belongs to my sister!” My fury spilled inward, each word a whip.“You k

- Princess Helena’s POV -Her name is Eloisa. I heard one of the wolves whisper it in the crowd.The moment she realized her identity had been spoken aloud, she stopped thrashing in the grip of the royal guards. Her knees buckled, trembling so violently she nearly collapsed to the floor. The only thing keeping her upright was the iron hold of Neong and Song.“No…” Her voice broke into a soft whimper, barely audible. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me with desperation. Her lips quivered as she begged, “P-please… don’t.”I had heard countless pleas before, from both enemies and traitors, and every cry sounded the same. Did she truly think her trembling voice would sway me? Did she think she could escape judgment after what she did to my sister? Did she think that her cruelty could vanish into thin air simply because she now begged for mercy?“Carry on,” I instructed Neong coldly, ignoring her pitiful attempt.The guards immediately obeyed, dragging her toward the dungeon. She