ALL HAIL THE ALPHA QUEEN 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 49

The moment Kastiel stepped fully into the hall, the air changed so abruptly it felt as though the walls themselves had inhaled and forgotten how to breathe. I stood beside him, calm on the outside, watching the way his presence alone forced the Thornbrooks and the Valecrests into uneasy stillness. Kyle was the first to recover, his jaw tightening, his pride scrambling to reassert itself like a wounded animal refusing to lie down. “What are you doing here?” Kastiel asked, his voice steady, deep, and unhurried, the kind of tone that did not seek answers but demanded them. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the scattered families, the toppled dignity, the fear that clung to their faces. “And what exactly are all of you doing in this venue?” Kyle laughed, though it came out brittle, forced, and far too loud for comfort. He straightened his suit, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves as if regaining his composure

 I watched them, all of them, tightening the circle of their venom around me. The Thornbrooks’ whispers had grown into open, poisonous sentences, each one stabbing, each one dripping with their conviction that I was nothing, a shadow, a nobody in the face of Seraphina. “Look at her,” Seraphina’s mother, Mrs. Thornbrook, sneered, her sharp nails tapping the crystal glass she barely held steady. “Does anyone see what a worthless, hopeless creature she is? Not even a wolf in the wild would waste its time on a ghost like her. She isn’t fit for our family. She isn’t fit for the bloodline. She isn’t fit for anything!” Their words swirled around me, a tempest of scorn, each insult designed to reduce me to silence. Yet I did not falter. I let the storm crash around me, letting their hatred fuel my own fire. “You’ve been blind for years,” I told

The hall was tense, every whisper like a blade slicing through the air, and I could feel it all. The Thornbrooks’ sneers, Kael’s anger simmering under the surface, and the rigid postures of the board members, all eyes darting between us like hawks sizing up prey. My grip on Kastiel’s arm was steady, my calm the only anchor in the storm swirling around the venue.    And then she entered. The girl who had once destroyed Kastiel’s life, the one who had been manipulated, threatened, and silenced all those years ago. She stepped in cautiously, her eyes darting to everyone, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Kael froze the instant he saw her, disbelief and fear mingling in his features.    “What… how… what are you doing here?” he stammered, voice tight.    

The moment the doors swung open, I saw him. My breath caught, and I almost couldn’t speak. There he stood—alive, whole, and looking at the room with fire in his eyes. The boy Seraphina had hit years ago, the boy they had all thought dead, was here. My hands clenched into fists as I felt the familiar surge of triumph and vindication. He had survived because of me. Because I refused to let evil go unpunished. Because I had saved him when Seraphina tried to destroy everything, just as she had tried to destroy me. Seraphina’s face went white the instant her eyes fell on him. She froze. Recognition flashed across her features—shock, panic, fear—and I could see the truth clawing its way to the surface. “No… it can’t be,” she whispered, almost choking on her words. I stepped forward, letting the calm settle in my voice. “Seraphina, one more time,” I said firmly, making sure everyone

The room was alive with tension, a storm of whispers and veiled insults. The Thornbrooks and Valecrests would not stop; their faces twisted with disbelief and fury, each word aimed to diminish me, to strip away any claim to the power I held. “You expect us to believe that someone like you could have this much influence?” Mrs. Valecrest hissed, voice sharp and dripping with venom. “You, who just walked out of prison, sitting here as if you hold any sway over the industry?” “Yes,” I said, my tone steady, almost serene. “I am more powerful than you think. Far more than you will ever comprehend.” They laughed, harsh and incredulous, faces contorted in mockery. “Powerful? You? Impossible. Tell us your true identity, then, if you have the courage,” Mrs. Thornbrook sneered. I turned toward Kastiel, my eyes locking with his. “I want to tell hi