《Alpha Went Crazy After Locking Me in the Dungeon for Six Years》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 9 章

In the sixth year of willingly serving as Alpha Kane's cure, I was finally dragged out of the dungeon.He didn't even look at the blood as he poured it out. His voice was flat."My wolfsbane was cured a long time ago. And your parents were never cursed."He stepped around the blood pumps stacked on the floor like the sight of them disgusted him, looked down at me, and sneered.Six years of devotion. And this was how I learned the truth.I forced my cracked lips apart. "Why are you doing this to me?""You made Selene miscarry. If your blood hadn't been useful, I'd have exiled you years ago.""The moonflower in her garden needs she-wolf blood. It'll help her conceive. Your blood wasn't wasted.""I was going to keep you down there four more years. But the pack needs an heir."My arms shook under me. Pain ripped through my whole body."You brought this on yourself."Damien glanced down at me, his lip curling."Selene was kind enough to spare your life. She's letting you carry the Alpha's

The pack court started murmuring. Some of them were starting to wonder — how could it really be such a coincidence? Selene, alone, in exactly the right place.But Kane's eyes had filled with disgust. "I believe my mate. I've seen you do it for years. Always throwing your 'real daughter' status in Selene's face. Bloodline never really matters. Heart does. And yours is rotten."Damien stepped up to back him. "You used to rip her out of every family photo. Said she didn't belong there. Every birthday gift from Mom — you'd ruin hers on purpose."Every eye in the room turned on me.A few of the older women were already shaking their heads. Someone sighed."How petty. To do that to her own sister…""Awful. Poor Selene.""Doesn't matter if you're blood. With a heart like that, you don't deserve to be in our pack."The whole hall was leaning toward Selene now.She dropped her head right on cue, shoulders trembling, tears falling silently — and bit her lip so she wouldn't make a sound.Kane sta

"Where's the doctor? Where is the doctor?"Kane didn't even hear the panic in his own voice.I lay on the stone, listening. Nothing moved in me anymore.No anger. No grief. Not even sadness.It was like my body had taken my feelings with it when it left.I just watched them. Once they were sure I was dead, they'd all feel better…The pack doctor came running. His face was bloodless. He was shaking.Damien frowned. "If she's stable, take her to a sickroom. We need to get Selene home. She's had a shock. She needs rest."The doctor didn't move.His lips trembled. It took him a moment to find his voice."Alpha… Beta… Miss Lyra — she's gone.""What did you say?" Kane's voice climbed. "That's impossible. She had a knife in her hand a minute ago.""There's massive internal bleeding in her abdomen. Organ rupture from blunt-force trauma. She'd been losing blood for too long. We missed the window.""That's not —" Damien lurched forward and dropped to his knees beside me."Lyra?" He grabbed me. H

Kane had Selene locked in the dungeon. Then he carried my body home — to the home I'd spent my whole life dreaming of.His voice was wrecked when he looked up at my family. "Find out. Every single day of her life. And in that dungeon — those six years — find out what was done to her.""How… how did it come to this?"My family looked like they'd been played.The fury of being lied to was the first thing Damien felt.And worse — the "sister" he'd loved had been a monster the whole time. And she'd cost him his real one.To indulge that sister, he'd let the Alpha bleed me. He'd watched it for six years.There had been moments of pity. But the next breath, he'd tell himself it was for my own good.Once everything settled, once the family was at peace — nothing would really have changed.He hadn't seen this coming.He'd only — felt something for Selene he shouldn't have.How had I been bled to death?How was I the real mate?He sat on the floor, staring at our parents.They were on the couch

The full moon came around again. Alpha Kane stood at my grave.He'd put a picture of me as a child inside a small moonstone frame and hung it from his neck."Lyra. My love. Does it sound foolish, me calling you that now?"Since they'd buried me, he'd been drinking. Every night.Late at night, he'd carry my picture down into the dungeon where I had spent six years.And run his fingers over the marks I'd scratched into the wall.I'd been down there six years. Every full moon, I'd carved one line into the wall.Some of them were deep. Some I'd had to put my whole body into.Some were so faint they barely showed.There were nights I was so exhausted I could barely lift my hand.He had never known what those nights had been like for me. He had never known what was being done to me down there.By the time he did, it was too late.He'd taken rubbings of every mark. He'd laid them out on the grass by my grave.His full moons had become long."Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…"A few of t