Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned By Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

FreyaI kept my head lowered as I slowly limped across the dining hall, my fingers wrapped tightly around the dented metal tray in my hands.One careful step.Then another.Every movement sent a sharp ache shooting through my injured leg, forcing me to grit my teeth as I struggled toward the lonely corner where I usually sat. The dining hall buzzed with conversations, laughter, and the clatter of plates, but I tried my hardest to disappear into the background.That was how I survived.If no one noticed me… then maybe no one would hurt me.The warm bowl of millet porridge on my tray wasn't much. In fact, it was barely enough to satisfy a child, but to me... It looked more like a feast.My empty stomach suddenly cramped painfully at the scent. I hadn't eaten for two days, and this would have been my first meal.Just hold on a little longer, I silently begged myself.Just a few more steps.I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, afraid that even making eye contact with someone would somehow i

MayaI sat motionless on the edge of my bed, my hands resting limply on my lap as my eyes remained fixed on the bedroom door.The room was painfully silent. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, but I couldn't even sleep after I was bundled out of Alaric's room by the guards.How could I? Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw them.The image replayed over and over until I could hardly breathe.The door slowly creaked open, and my gaze immediately lifted.Isabella quietly stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind her. Her shoulders slumped, and her head remained lowered, as though she couldn't bear to look at me.Hypocrite!The instant I saw her, everything inside me snapped.The betrayal.The humiliation.The anger.Every emotion that had been clawing at my chest throughout the night erupted all at once.I shot to my feet. Before Isabella could even raise her head

FreyaWater.The bowl contained water.My throat tightened painfully.Without thinking, I lunged forward and grabbed the bowl, raising it to my lips.The first mouthful nearly made me choke. My throat had become so dry that swallowing hurt.Still... I drank large, desperate gulps. Water spilled down my chin and soaked my filthy clothes, but I didn't stop.I couldn't.The liquid was cool and refreshing. There was a faint sweetness to it... Coconut. It tasted slightly like coconut water.It slid down my throat like life itself, and my body greedily welcomed every drop.I drank so quickly that I began coughing violently. Still clutching the bowl, I gasped for breath before forcing myself to finish every last drop.Not a single drop remained.I tilted the bowl upside down hopefully.Nothing.I wished there had been more.The trembling inside my body eased slightly, and the fog clouding my thoughts began to lift.Only then did I begin to wonder why they had brought me out after only three

FreyaThey silently led me through the long hallways of the pack house.The dreadful feeling inside my chest had grown so overwhelming that it was becoming difficult to breathe.We passed corridors I had walked countless times before, yet tonight they felt unfamiliar, colder, and more frightening.Then, after several minutes, I realized where they were taking me.The private guest quarters.My heartbeat instantly stumbled.This was where the Alpha entertained important guests, wealthy business clients, and powerful visitors from other packs.The closer we got, the louder the sounds became—music, laughter, the clinking of glasses, and men cheering loudly... It sounded like a celebration.By the time we reached the large double doors, two heavily armed guards were already standing outside.The moment they noticed Naomi approaching with us, both guards immediately straightened.Without asking a single question, they stepped aside. One of them pulled open the heavy wooden door.For a seco

FreyaMadam Kate's voice gradually faded into the distance until silence returned once more.I remained sitting on the cold floor.My face throbbed so hard that even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through me.But somehow… her words hurt even more than the blows.Slowly, I lowered my gaze.The cloak had slipped from one shoulder. Beneath it, angry whip marks crisscrossed my skin, stretching over my arms, shoulders, and legs like cruel tattoos permanently carved into my flesh.Bruises bloomed between them in dark shades of purple and blue.I stared at them, at what had become of me, and a broken sob escaped before I could stop it.Then another.And another.I had fought so hard to keep everything buried.To convince myself that if I stopped feeling... if I stopped remembering... then maybe I could survive this place.But tonight had destroyed whatever fragile