Daddy's Little Brat: The Alpha's Temptress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

If someone ever asked your husband to choose between your life and his mistress’s… would he choose you?No—let me rephrase that. How would you feel if your husband, the man you had stood beside all your life, the man you had protected since the moment he became the Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the world… had a mistress?Most would rage. Demand answers. Tear the world apart.But that wasn’t what I did.I simply… accepted it.No, more than that, I overlooked the fact that his mistress was no other than my twin sister.Mary.From the very beginning, I knew our marriage had never been born from love. I knew Ethan had never truly felt anything for me. He married me for his late father’s wishes, for power, for ambition.I knew all of that.That who he had truly wanted was Mary.And yet, never in my life did I imagine that when the moment came, when both his mistress and I knelt before him with daggers pressed to our throats, my vision swimming, breath shallow—he wouldn’t hesitate.

“Caleb… Caleb, wake up! Mommy is here, Mommy is here, please wake up!"“You killed your son! If you had been there taking care of him, he wouldn’t have died that way! It’s all your fault!”“Caleb fell down the stairs because of you. What kind of mother doesn’t look after her son? You’re always saying you’re busy. Are you busier than my son, the Alpha, himself?! You are not worthy to be the Luna!”“Why weren’t you there to watch over our son? That’s why I’m saying you should be like your sister. This is all your fault, Eleanor! All your fault!”I was in a daze. My mind went blank, my body froze. I couldn’t hear anything around me, couldn’t see anyone. All that tore through me were those words, sharp and unrelenting, slicing deeper than any blade.“Our son… our son’s death wasn’t your fault… It was Mary who pushed him down the stairs… by accident.”Before I could even process it, a tear slipped down my cheek. Then another. And another. My vision blurred as a raw, agonizing pain surged t

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot. It was a scripture written in the goddess’s holy book..It meant taking from someone exactly what they had taken from you. If they took your eye, you took theirs. If they took your tooth, you took theirs. If they took your hand… or your foot… you took theirs. The moon goddess who preached forgiveness, who preached love, who preached mercy had still written those words into her sacred scroll. Why? It was simple. Because no matter how kind someone was, no matter how gentle or weak they seemed, there would always come a time when revenge became necessary. A moment when a boundary would be pushed so far, so violently, that all that remained was the need to make them pay and when that moment came, that person would feel no pain. Shed no tears. They would become empty. A shell. I had become that person. Someone who wanted to take back every eye, every tooth, every hand, every foot that had been stolen f

Eleanor povMy gaze was vacant as I sat on the bed, my breathing slow and steady. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock. Soft.Slow.Relentless.As if it were quietly mocking me, one second passed, then another in utter silence and then–Knock. Knock.The soft sound came from the other side of the door, pulling me out of my daze. My eyes shifted toward it, cold, empty, yet I neither moved nor spoke.I simply watched.The door creaked open slowly, and a young girl stepped in. She was dressed in blue, her head lowered. At first glance, she looked no older than fifteen or sixteen.She closed the door carefully behind her before speaking.“This servant offers her greetings.” Her voice was quiet. Respectful.I didn’t respond.Another second passed in complete silence, and just as the clock ticked again, she finally lifted her head, her eyes met mine and the moment they did, she drew in a sharp breath, her gaze flickering over me in something close to recognition before s

Eleanor povBy now, I thought nothing could shock me about Alexander anymore. He was a born psychopath, after all but as I sat there, opposite him, the fork frozen in my hand, my expression cracked. A trace of disbelief slipped through as I watched him, seated there without a shred of shame, with the woman kneeling in front of him. Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss as she pressed her head against him but the moment she heard the words he had uttered, her eyes flicked toward me, as if she had only just realized I was there.And almost immediately, I saw it, a flash of jealousy in her gaze but she didn’t speak, nor did she show any resistance. Instead, she turned her attention back to Alexander, her desire radiating from every inch of her. She nestled deeper into his hand, as if craving more of his touch, but he barely spared her a glance.His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp, like a challenge. He wanted to see how far I would go, how much I would sacrifice for my revenge. How low I w