All Chapters of My Second Life with the Broken-Winged Angel: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I had just stepped out of Lord Alaric Seraphiel's west-tower study when I ran into Adrian and his brothers in the gallery.The moment they saw me, the Seraphiel heirs went quiet. Then Lucien gave a lazy whistle, and the others burst out laughing.“Well, look who came crawling back again. Elena Drakon really can't stay away from Adrian's golden wings.”“The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.”“If Lord Evander knew his granddaughter was begging for a man after dying as the Dragon General, his ashes would spit fire.”They did not bother lowering their voices. To them, I was not the true heir of House Drakon. I was a joke who used an old battlefield debt to cling to House Seraphiel.Adrian stood in the middle of them with his golden wings half-open, bright enough to fool anyone who had never seen the rot behind the light.In my last life, that face h

A few weeks later, during the Moonfall Festival, my father asked me to deliver gifts to Lord Alaric.The moment I entered Skyspire Palace, I saw Celeste. She had not returned to House Drakon for days, and now she stood there in a pearl-colored gown with jewels glowing at her throat and wrists.“Elena,” she said, smiling. “Do you like them? Adrian gave me everything. I told him it was too much, but he said only I deserved things like this.”I tried to walk around her, but she stepped into my path.“I only wanted to share my happiness. Why are you so cold? I know you are jealous, but no one can force love. Adrian chose me.”Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. Before I even touched her, she dropped to the floor as if I had pushed her.“Elena, why would you do this? I know you hate me, but I am still your family.”Adrian arrived at the perfect moment.“Elena, what the hell are you doing?” His golden wings flared, throwing hard light across the corridor. “Are you bullying your own sister no

Cassian came to see me once before the wedding.He looked at me for a long time before saying, “If you regret this, I can ask Grandfather to cancel the betrothal.”“Why would I regret it?”“I know you liked Adrian.”His voice reminded me of the madness in his eyes the day I died. My throat tightened.“I used to like him. I don't anymore.”“Why?”“Because I mistook obsession for love. I thought if I wanted something badly enough, I could win it by holding on. Then I learned love is not something you can force into your hands.”I hesitated. “I also had a long dream. In that dream, you saved me.”His ears turned red. “Do you truly want to marry me?”“Yes.”He smiled despite himself and took out a sealed folder. “Keep this. Grandfather gave you his share. I will give you mine. Everything I have is yours. If I ever wrong you, may I lose it all.”He had clearly planned this before coming.I accepted the folder, then took the small jade dragon charm from my neck. It had belonged to my grandmo

A few months later, I was carrying a child.Pregnancy did not make the Holy Court kinder, but it made people's masks thinner. Courtiers who had laughed at Cassian's wings now bowed so low their halos nearly touched the floor. The brothers who once called him useless began asking for positions in his council, as if memory were something they could fold away and hide in a drawer.Cassian accepted some, refused most, and never once raised his voice. That was the thing people had mistaken about him. His quietness was not weakness. He simply didn’t waste words on people who had already shown him what they were.At night, when the court finally stopped demanding pieces of him, he would come back to our rooms and place his hand on my belly with a seriousness that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.“Did the baby trouble you today?” he would ask.“She kicked when Lucien tried to flatter you.”“Good taste already,” he said, then looked at me with soft pride. “She gets that from you.