The Alpha Queen Who Refused To Kneel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The rogues circled closer around them. Red eyes glowed between the trees, stalking, waiting, ready to strike and kill. Damien stepped slightly forward, positioning himself between Serena and the nearest wolf.“Stay behind me,” he ordered.Serena’s jaw tightened. “I can handle myself.”He didn’t look back at her. “That wasn’t a suggestion, it's an order from a higher rank.”“Then your rank can screw off.” Serena shot back earning the slightest smile from Damein. Just then, the largest rogue lunged forward, his mouth wide. Damien met it head-on.He caught it mid-air by the scruff of the neck and shoulder, twisting with the force of the impact. They crashed to the ground in a violent thud. The wolf snapped at his throat, but Damien drove his knee into its ribs and slammed its skull against a tree trunk with a sickening crack.The second rogue attacked immediately, seizing the opening.Damien dropped low just as it leaped. He slid under its body, grabbed it by the underbelly, and su

Serena stared at the mirror.The healer’s hut was quiet now, the soft moonlight slipping through the narrow window casting a soft glow across the wooden floor. But none of that mattered to her now.All she could see was herself.Not Soren.Her.For a moment, she allowed herself to breathe.Then she reached for the magic.It responded this time without resistance… smoother than before even.She felt the magic flow through her veins like a calm river instead of a raging storm. The illusion first began at her cheekbones, moving down to her shoulders as they broadened up. Soon, the girl disappeared and…Soren stared back at her.She exhaled slowly as the relief hit her. “I'm Soren…” she said to herself, and the voice that answered was Soren’s. The magic was full on. “Good,” the healer said from behind her.Serena.. Soren turned sharply to face her. The old woman watched her carefully, her eyes missing nothing.“It’s stable now,” the healer continued. “Your magic won’t fracture again

The dormitory was quieter than Serena expected.After days in the forest, the twigs, the mud, the blood and the constant hum of danger — the stillness and quiet felt foreign, almost even suspicious.She shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly.The Gauntlet’s first stage was over.She had survived, barely. She moved toward the wash basin, splashed cool water over her face, and watched the reflection staring back at her.Soren.She kept the illusion in place as she stripped off her outer jacket and dried her hair with a cloth. The steam from the basin curled faintly in the air.Then she opened the door and turned toward her bed—And froze.Lyra was sitting there.On Soren’s bed, wearing nothing but a towel.Her legs were crossed casually, one foot swinging slightly. Her wet hair spilled over her shoulders as though she had just bathed as well.Then a slow smile curved her lips.“Hello, Soren.”Serena forced her spine straight.“Lyra.” She said her

The crack of impact rang across the sparring grounds like a snapped branch in winter.Damien staggered back, his boots scraping hard against stone as pain flared across his ribs.Across from him, Kristin rolled his shoulders and smirked.“You’re slow,” he said. “You're losing form.”Damien wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His jaw tightened.“Again.”They circled each other again under the now darkening sky, two predators measuring distance and intent. A handful of students lingered at the edge of the grounds, pretending not to watch while very obviously watching. Kristin was sixth ranked in the academy. Damien of course was ranked number one. Whenever they sparred, it was sure to draw attention.Kristin lunged first.Damien blocked, twisted, attempted to counter… but he hesitated for half a second too long.Kristin’s elbow drove straight into his side.The impact stole Damien’s breath for a bit.“You’re distracted,” Kristin said calmly, steppin

Morning light spilled across the academy walls as Damien and Kristin slipped through the outer grounds. The sun had barely risen, but the air already carried the crisp chill of early morning. Damien felt like he had been trampled by a pack of wolves. His head pounded, every muscle in his body ached badly, even his jaw hurt so bad, as if he had been grinding his teeth all night. Kristin, on the other hand, seemed far too cheerful for someone who had barely slept. They crossed the inner gate using their academy cards before the patrol rotation changed. The guard barely glanced up. Once inside the academy courtyard, Kristin stretched his arms lazily. “Still alive?” he asked. Damien shot him a look. “Barely.” Kristin laughed. They headed toward the dormitories, but instead of turning toward Damien’s building, Kristin gestured toward his own. “Come on,” he said. “You look like death.” Damien didn’t argue, after all he didn't seem quite ready to face Serena yet. A few minutes