Disguised Before The Alpha Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 69

Pearl’s POVMy breath hitched as Demyan’s weight settled over me, his lips brushing against mine with aching tenderness — so gentle, it contradicted the storm raging inside both of us. His body trembled, as if every ounce of control was fraying by the second.“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine, eyes clenched shut.I didn’t. I couldn’t.Instead, I reached for him, cradling his face between my hands. “I trust you,” I said, voice soft but steady. “I want this… I want you.”Something inside him broke or maybe it was unleashed.He kissed me again, this time with fire. No more hesitation. No more fear. Just raw, burning hunger. Our bodies tangled like two halves trying to fuse back into one. I felt him guide himself against me, the moment charged with unspoken promises. My hands slid down his back, anchoring myself to the reality of him.And then—I gasped, my body stretching around him, welcoming him. It was overwhelming, the fullness, the heat, the ache li

Pearl’s POVThe warm water wrapped around me like a cocoon, and Demyan’s presence, so close, so protective, made me want to forget everything outside this chamber.But I couldn’t.A sudden pang hit me not in my body, but in my chest. Demyan was speaking but I was not listening as I suddenly thought about Cecil.She must be worried sick. I hadn’t returned all night. And I knew her. She’d wait… no matter how late it got.I slowly shifted in the water, wincing the moment I tried to move. My legs were weak, too sore from the night we spent tangled together. A flush rose on my cheeks, half from the heat, half from the vivid memories of Demyan’s hands, his lips, the way he had made me feel things I never thought possible.But that same memory reminded me: the world still existed beyond these walls. And right now, it was calling for me.I pushed myself up, my arms trembling as I reached for the edge of the bath. My knees buckled slightly, and I stumbled, my hand slapping against the tiled wa

Demyan’s POVThe room was dimly lit, bathed in the amber hue of the oil lamp by the bedside. The night air was heavy, still, save for the occasional whisper of wind brushing against the window panes.I leaned back on the bed, robe carelessly loose around my waist, chest bare, rising and falling slowly as I took another sip from the glass of wine in my hand.It should’ve calmed me. It didn’t.My mind… it wasn’t here.It was with her.Pearl.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting her name echo inside me. Her voice, her stubbornness, her sharp tongue and the way her eyes shimmered when she smiled, even when she didn’t mean to.She left.I knew she would.And yet, it didn’t stop the ache that settled deep within my chest.The silk sheets beneath me felt cold. Empty. I reached for her in my thoughts, remembering how she trembled under my touch, how her breath hitched when I whispered her name.I brought the glass to my lips again, the wine bitterer than I remembered. Or maybe it was just m

Pearl’s POVThe morning air was still and heavy, the kind that carried unspoken words and held back emotions. I stood in front of the small mirror, adjusting the final fold of my boy’s robes, ‘Perin’s robe’ as Cecil stood silently behind me, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of her apron.“You don’t have to go back yet,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet but firm. “You can stay a few more days. It’s still early.”I met her gaze through the mirror. “The break is over, Cecil. If I don’t return now, questions will rise.”“I don’t care about their questions,” she snapped, stepping closer. “I care about you. You’ve barely rested. Your body’s still sore and… and danger lingers around you like a shadow. You’re marked by something bigger than either of us.”I turned, placing a hand gently on her arm. “I know, Cecil. But if I run now, I’ll keep running forever. Danger doesn’t fade just because I change places.”Her eyes glistened. “You could come with me to another town. We could start

Pearl’s POVThe hall fell into a thick, choking silence as the Imperial Head Scholar stepped forward. His expression was carved from stone, lips a grim line as his gaze fixed on me sharp, unforgiving.“Perin,” he said, his voice steady and heavy, slicing through the tension like a blade. “You stand before this council not as a student… but as a traitor to the Empire. Evidence has been presented, damning and irrefutable. You are hereby accused of treason against the crown.”The words crashed into me like a tidal wave. The crowd gasped. Whispers burst like embers across dry grass.Traitor…?My feet felt frozen to the floor. The weight of the accusation bore down on me harder than anything I’d faced before. Not because I was guilty but because I knew, deep in my bones, that someone had twisted something against me. I had done nothing. Nothing. But that didn’t matter. The brand had already been stamped.I stood motionless, a single figure beneath the banners of the Empire, as the air thic