Luna To The Blood Cursed Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LEA’S POV A week has passed, and my body feels like it has endured a few months' worth of bearing. Everything in my body hurts. The wounds across my back still stung with a dull ache, and it was something I was getting used to because the pain was slowly becoming a constant.Aside from that, I was getting weaker.Each day, the weakness was getting harder to ignore. My steps were slow, my hands unsteady, and my breaths cams out shorter than usual. The little strength I still had, I used it to work through the pain, but it was slowly slipping away from me.This was all because I hadn’t eaten a single thing in a week. It’s not like I had a choice. I needed to be cautious.After I had fainted and Rowan informed me of the poison in my system, I couldn’t bring myself to trust any food that was served to me in the servant’s hall. Every plate and even every cup of water felt too risky to invest in.So I stopped eating, and my body was paying the price for that. But despite the growing weakn

AMRETH’S POV Before Mirabeth even opened her mouth to speak, the tension in the air was obvious. She was standing right in front of me, perfectly positioned in the middle of the corridor as if she was intentionally blocking me from moving any further. Her eyes are not fixed on me, but we’re gazing intensely at the woman in my arms.On Lea.My grip on Lea tightened, and I adjusted slightly so her head wouldn’t slip from my chest. She was still breathing, but it was shallow enough that it could stop any time soon. Her body felt too light and too fragile, like something that would break from the slightest touch.That thought alone made my chest twist painfully with fear.“Amreth,” Mirabeth’s voice sliced through the silence.I didn’t answer, I didn’t even want to look at her. Because I didn’t have time for the tantrum she was going to throw.“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, the irritation in her tone awfully noticeable. “Why are you carrying...that, to your chambers?”Her wo

LEA’S POV After weeks of getting a small amount of rest, the wounds on my back had finally closed, the red lines fading into something duller, but every movement still reminded me that the scars were there. My skin stretched out tight, whenever I bent or stretched, as if it was trying to remind me that those scars were never leaving.My strength had returned to me slowly, because despite the doctor’s orders for me to get enough rest, I was sent back to work almost immediately, as if what happened to me was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. What did I expect? They were never going to treat me like something that mattered.Now, I was kneeling in front of a stone basin in the washing grounds, my hands plunged in cold water that bit at my skin as I scrubbed the layers of thick fabric over and over again. The soap stung where my knuckles had been brushed lightly from the constant friction, but I didn’t stop.The pile of clothes beside me had been from Mirabeth’s chambers, and they

Amreth's PovWe arrived at an open field just by the border of the pack, and my eyes instantly fell on the pitiful state of the two wolves, who were already tied up with faces filled with nothing but swollen bruises. Their eyes lifted from the dirt, and when it landed on me, a flicker of fear flashed in their eyes before they quickly masked it with defiance.Were they trying to act tough?“Who sent you?” I asked without hesitation.There was silence before one of them spat blood on the ground right next to my feet.“You didn’t think we’re going to give you an answer?” he scoffed. “We don’t answer to you.”That alone was enough to make something snap inside of me. I moved within the twinkle of an eye, swinging the sword that was by my side in a single swift motion as I stood forward, closing the distance between us.The first strike landed right on his neck, clean and precise. The sound of metal cutting through flesh was sharp, and it rang through the air. The second wolf snapped his h

LEA’S POV The corridor stretched out before me, its polished, marvel-like surface reflecting the sunlight that filtered through the tall windows. The corridors were quiet today, given the fact that I had been assigned the task of cleaning every single corridor on the lower floors. I preferred the silence; it gave me enough room to think, even if that was the last thing I should have been doing.A bucket of water filled with soap was beside me, a cloth in my hand, and I dragged it across the floor in strokes, back and forth, a repetitive motion I used to scrub off the dirt. I kept moving mechanically, my mind unable to think about anything but what I had seen in the forest yesterday.My grip tightened around the cloth, my movements slowing just for a split second before I picked up the momentum. The image replayed in my mind over and over again, whether I wanted it to or not. The image of Mirabeth standing too close to that Alpha, her expression soft, her cheeks flushed, and the way s