Rebirth and Revenge:Lycan King’s Feisty Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 47

[Alaric’s POV]Two photographs. That was all it took to put my fist through the edge of my own desk.The wood splintered under my knuckles before I’d fully decided to hit it, and I stood there a second staring at the crack running through solid oak like it belonged to someone else’s hand. My knuckles had split too, blood welling thin along two of them, and I didn’t feel it yet. That would come later.The first showed her wrist inside Lucian Bloodhowl’s hand, her face turned up toward his, some old mill door behind them both. The second showed the distance between their bodies gone entirely, his head bent close to hers like a man about to say something meant for no one else to hear.I could smell the memory of her on my own skin and hate myself for still wanting it there.Heat crawled up the back of my neck, the kind that meant my control had maybe another minute in it before something else took over. I felt my jaw lengthen half a degree, felt the pull behind my eyes that meant gold ins

[Alaric’s POV]I ran drills with the border patrol for six hours the day after I locked my own wife in the east wing, longer than any man under me lasted, and when one of my captains finally asked if I wanted a break I told him no in the same flat voice I hadn’t used with anyone since before the wedding.It fit better than I expected it to. Like a coat I’d never actually stopped wearing, just draped something warmer over for three weeks and called it change.I stopped taking meals in the hall. Ate standing up in the war room instead, or not at all, and when a servant asked twice whether Luna would be joining the council again I answered both times with the same two words and didn’t explain further. Not yet. The guards outside the east wing reported to me directly now, twice daily, nothing more than confirmation she hadn’t left, which was exactly as much as I’d told myself I needed to know.By the third night without real sleep, I’d started missing details I never used to miss. Read t

[Eileen’s POV]Six days, and his scent still hadn’t left this room. It clung to the pillow I refused to throw out, to the chair he’d sat in the one night he stayed, and every time it caught me off guard I wanted to tear the whole bed apart with my bare hands just to make it stop.I wasn’t spending these days scratching marks into wood and waiting politely to be forgiven. I’d counted the guard rotations three times over by now, knew exactly which one drank before his shift and which one owed money he couldn’t cover, and I’d already decided which of those two facts I was going to use first. My hands hadn’t stopped moving in an hour, folding and refolding the same scrap of paper I meant to pass to whichever guard finally cracked, working the plan over and over until the edges of it stopped feeling like desperation and started feeling like something I could actually execute.“You’re new,” I said to the younger one through the crack in the door, low enough the others down the hall wouldn’t

[Eileen’s POV]My knees hit the stone before I understood I was falling, the cold biting straight through my skirts hard enough to bruise, and the room went white at the edges, then gray, then nothing at all for one long second where I couldn’t remember which way was up. I bit down on the inside of my cheek without meaning to, that was the only thing that dragged me back, that small ugly sting, and I came up out of it gasping on my hands and knees like I’d been held underwater.Get up. Get up before someone sees.“Eileen.” Wren’s knees hit the floor next to mine, hard, her hands grabbing for my shoulders and missing twice before they caught. “Eileen, look at me. You went down like your legs just stopped existing.”“I’m fine.” My voice came out wrong, thin, nothing like fine. My stomach rolled once, hard, and I swallowed against it. “Give me a second.”“You’ve had a hundred seconds this week. You’ve had six days of seconds.” She hauled me up by the arm, not gentle about it, shoving me