บททั้งหมดของ Family's Regret After She Kneels: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Aurora’s POVKeith stared at me like I had personally offended the moon goddess.“You always think too badly of her,” he snapped, moving protectively in front of Helen, as if I might strike her. “Helen didn’t come here to cause trouble. She went to the Alpha King to pray for the Silvermoon Wolf Clan.”Helen dipped her head, eyelashes fluttering, voice small and delicate.“I only wanted to help our people… I thought if I prayed long enough, the King would take pity on us.”A flicker crossed her eyes. A look of smugness, of triumph, of certainty.Because she believed the same thing she always believed: That without the Crescent Alliance partnership, I would crumble and Gray would die and she would finally get to step on my broken body.My jaw tightened.Before I could say anything, a low hum pulsed in my mind.A telepathic thread.George.Aurora, I’m arriving now. Prepare yourself.I inhaled sharply. Of all the times for him to show up…But maybe it was for the best, because nothing I s

Aurora’s POVFor a heartbeat, the entire courtyard fell silent.George stood before us with the scroll in hand, the wax seal broken, his expression composed but unmistakably firm as he addressed the gathering.“The Crescent Alliance has made their decision,” he announced, projecting his voice so the servants, guards, and spectators could hear every word. “They have chosen, ”Keith leaned forward, breath held, hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair.“..Aurora.”The word struck the air like lightning, a wave of stunned gasps rippled through the courtyard.Keith’s jaw dropped. Helen took a half-step back, with shock on her face, even the guards whispered to each other, wide-eyed, and just beyond them, John, Gray’s Beta, froze for half a second before a grin split across his face, he didn’t bother to hide the victory in his eyes.He even, very deliberately, shot Keith and Helen a smug, razor-sharp little smile.As if to say:Look who you threw away, look who won anyway, keith star

Aurora’s POVThe forest path was quiet, too quiet.A breathless, unnatural silence draped across the trees, muffling even the wind. The canopy above swallowed the light, turning everything dim and gray, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.Mist drifted low across the ground, curling around my ankles like cold fingers trying to cling to me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.Blue stirred inside me, restless. Something’s wrong, she whispered, her voice low and vibrating.“I know,” I murmured under my breath.I clutched the bag tighter against my chest, the pouch containing the antidote herb nestled inside. I had risked everything to retrieve it, nearly died twice, and still, I wasn’t home yet. Gray’s life depended on me moving faster than fear.His heartbeat, faint, weak, flickering through our connection, echoed in the back of my mind like a dying flame.Hold on, I begged him silently. Just a little longer.But every step forward felt heavier than the last.The deepe

Aurora’s PerspectiveHelen’s smile never reached her eyes.She stood beside the glittering palace fountain, chin lifted, fingers brushing the strap of her designer bag as if it were a crown. Her voice carried just loud enough for the nearby nobles to hear.“Aurora in the hunt?” she scoffed lightly. “Oh, please. She’ll be lucky not to trip over her own feet. The King will regret letting her compete.”A few sycophants hovered around her, nodding enthusiastically.“She’s right.”“Aurora’s only here because Gray feels sorry for her.”“Helen, you’ll surely place higher. Everyone knows you’ve always been the talented one.”A little too forceful. A little too practiced. They were flattering her because they wanted something.As always.Helen basked in it, her lips curling as she adjusted her bag, a model I recognized from past life in the packhouse, its price rumored to exceed twenty thousand.“Ladies,” one admirer whispered, “that bag is stunning. Is it really the newest release?”Helen gav

Aurora’s POVKeith’s voice rose, sharp, furious, vibrating with the kind of righteousness only someone drowning in their own denial could summon.“You think I don’t see what you’re doing?” he barked, his face flushed with anger he didn’t earn. “Handing over that perfume pouch just so you could hide whatever trick you pulled on Helen’s bag? Aurora, stop lying. I’ve had enough!”His voice cracked through the courtyard like a whip.Before I could respond, he pulled back his arm like he was going to hit me.The world felt like it stilled around us.Reporters froze mid-whisper, cameras lifted halfway, not daring to blink. Even the wind stopped moving, the air thick with the metallic taste of anticipation.Helen inhaled sharply. Her shoulders trembled, beautifully, delicately, yet beneath the performance, behind those perfectly pooled eyes, a tiny flicker of triumph flashed. A glimmer so faint most would never catch it.But I did.She wants him to strike me.She wanted the spectacle, the