The Supreme’s Alpha's Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

“You’re going to cry and ruin everything,” Selene muttered, trying to adjust the tiara on her sister’s blonde hair while Lyria stood still, eyes fixed on her reflection. “Let it get ruined,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I didn’t ask for this.” “Me neither, but it’s happening. We’re daughters of an Alpha, we don’t get to choose, remember?”As she spoke, trying to comfort her sister and get her to stay still in her wedding dress, Selene shoved her own feelings aside. She looked beautiful, exactly how a princess was supposed to look. Her dress was stunning, embroidered with golden threads, but to her, it was nothing more than a fancy prison uniform. The jeweled tiara sat atop her fiery red hair, sparkling between the strands, making everything more beautiful, and, to her, more tragic.“It’s just a political ritual,” she continued, more to herself than anyone else. “They want to seal the alliance with the Éreon Pack. You marry Seam, I marry Deimon, and that’s it. They get territory, our

The cart came to a violent stop.Selene woke with the jolt. She was lying on the cold floor of the cart, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles bruised and aching. Lyria was beside her, curled up, trembling from cold and fear, her eyes red from crying too much.Outside, the massive gates creaked open, revealing the castle. A towering fortress that everyone feared. Tall, dark, made of black stone. A place where the sun seemed never to rise. Guards everywhere. Towers armed with archers. Damp, heavy walls."Get the little slaves up," one of the soldiers ordered, banging the cart with the butt of his spear.The doors flung open without warning and both girls were yanked out roughly. Their wedding dresses were ruined, torn, stained with mud and dried blood. Whatever beauty they once had was gone. Now, they were nothing but filthy rags.As soon as they stepped down, the stares began. Guards. Soldiers. Men everywhere. There were almost no women, at least not in that part of the castle.

For a moment, Anton said nothing. He just stared at her, letting the weight of her words settle in his chest before his face returned to its usual cold, cruel expression and he stepped back."Guards, take her back to the cell. Now." His voice was sharp, furious enough to kill anyone who dared question him.And he was furious. The rejection left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the way Selene had spoken didn’t just wound his heart, it tore at his ego and pride.The men dragged Selene away, hauling her back to the slave wing beneath the castle. When they threw her into the cell, Lyria was still there. The sisters clung to each other tightly, hiding in one another's arms."Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Lyria asked, checking her for any new bruises."I thought I’d never see you again," Lyria whispered, sobbing as she held her tight.They didn’t know when the nightmare would end, but at least they were together again.Upstairs, in the bedroom, Anton paced back and forth until he stoppe

Selene woke up with her skin burning and her entire body aching. Her back was covered in bandages, her arms were bruised, and her mouth was dry. She tried to move, but even the smallest shift sent waves of pain through her.She was in a bed... soft, with clean sheets, everything smelling of herbs and something sweet. She was wearing a long, silky nightgown that smelled like flowers. The room was warm and comfortable, like nothing she’d ever known.Anton wasn’t there.She sat up slowly, breathing deep, trying to understand how she had survived. The images came in flashes: Saphira’s face twisted in hatred, the whip, the screams, the cold floor. Then... strong arms. His warmth. His hands tending to her.Her stomach turned.No. She couldn’t accept that.The door burst open suddenly, and a large, grim-faced guard entered carrying a tray of food. His eyes didn’t even lift to meet hers."Eat. Orders from the Alpha."Selene said nothing. When he stepped forward and tried to touch her shoulder