The Cursed Alpha's Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Elara's POVI learned to be invisible when I was seven years old, the day Mistress Cora beat me so badly I couldn't walk for three days because I made the mistake of looking her daughter in the eye. My mother held me while I cried and whispered the most important lesson of my life. Invisible girls don't get hurt, invisible girls survive. Now at twenty, I've perfected the art of being nothing, keeping my eyes down when wolves pass, making myself small in corners and doorways, never speaking unless spoken to. My brown hair hangs in my face to hide my features, and my gray shapeless clothes help me blend into shadows and walls where I belong.Most days the wolves in the palace don't even notice me, just another human slave among hundreds who cook and clean and serve. We're less than the lowest ranked wolf in the pack, nothing but property and tools and things that don't matter. But being invisible means staying alive, and as long as I'm alive I can dream about something more, even if th

Kael's POV I didn't sleep that night. Sleep hadn't come easy in years, not since the nightmares started, so I stood at my window and watched the sun crawl over the horizon. My mind kept replaying the scene from the ceremonial hall, analyzing it like a battle strategy. The golden threads appearing, the bond forming with a human slave, the chaos that followed. It was a complication I didn't need and couldn't afford. When morning light finally filled the tower, I made my way down the hallway and stopped outside her door. I needed to assess the situation and determine the best course of action. Training her was the logical choice if she was going to try to survive the trials, though survival seemed unlikely given she's a human and her obvious weakness. I knocked twice on her door, sharp and quick. "Come in," her shaky voice came through the door. I pushed the door open and found her sitting on the bed, still wearing that same stained uniform from last night. Her brown hair hung in h

Elara's POVThe rogue wolf looked up and its yellow eyes locked onto mine. For one heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then it snarled and the sound ripped through the quiet forest like a blade."Up there!" it growled.I didn't think. I just moved, scrambling higher into the tree as fast as my exhausted body would let me. Branches tore at my clothes and scratched my face, but I kept climbing. Below me, I heard claws scraping against bark as the rogues tried to follow."Get her down!" one of them roared.The tree shook as they threw their weight against it. I wrapped my arms around the trunk and held on tight, but I could feel the whole thing starting to lean. Unfortunately, it was not a big tree. They were going to knock it over and then I would be on the ground with three massive wolves and no way to escape.The tree tilted further and I lost my grip. I fell through the branches, hitting every single one on the way down. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed to the forest floor and

Elara's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. My body ached in places I didn't know could hurt, and for a moment I couldn't remember where I was or why everything felt wrong.I sat up slowly and looked around the room. I was in Kael's room, though he wasn't here now. The bed was too big and too soft, and I felt like an intruder lying in it. How long had I been unconscious? The last thing I remembered clearly was collapsing at the gates and waking up to Kael tending to my wounds.My stomach growled and reminded me I hadn't eaten in days. I pushed myself out of bed and my legs shook under my weight. The bandages on my arms were clean and white, which meant someone had changed them while I slept. Probably Kael.I made my way out of the room and down the hallway, calling his name softly. No response came back. The tower felt empty and cold, like no one had been here in hours. Maybe even days.I needed food and the tower didn't have any. That meant going to the palac