Rebirth and Revenge:Lycan King’s Feisty Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

[Eileen's POV]The first thing I did was reach for my stomach.My wrists caught on the chain before my hands got there, the iron chain rubbing against my raw skin without knowing I had. Cold stone under me. Cold air everywhere else. I twisted my hands as far as the chain allowed and pressed my palms flat against myself anyway,I waited until I felt her move that meant she was still there, still fighting even if I currently couldn't.Only then did I let myself breathe.The drug still made my head heavy, thick and slow behind my eyes then I remembered what happened. The treeline. The sack over my head. Alaric's voice, closer and then farther, calling my name until I could no longer hear him.I'd screamed his name back until someone's hand crushed it out of my mouth, and I didn't know, lying here now on stone that smelled of old rain and rust, whether he'd heard the last of it or only the silence after.He was coming. I had to believe, even without proof.I pushed myself upright against

[Alice's POV]I hadn't meant to come down here.That was the lie I told myself as I walked down the last stretch of corridor. The stone felt colder with every step, but I ignored it. I just wanted to see her, that was all. One look at the woman who had everything I’d ever wanted without having to fight for it, and then I'd go back upstairs and forget her face existed.Lucian had told me not to bother her tonight. Selena had already been down twice, whatever needed to be said, she’d probably already said it. I wasn't interested in words.Seeing her sitting there, still looking at me like I was the one who had done something wrong, made my anger boil over."You must be Alice," she said. "Lucian's told me about you. Selena too.""Don't say my name like you know me.""I know enough. The mistress nobody talks about in polite company."The words hit an old wound I thought I’d gotten over years ago.I gripped the bars hard enough to feel the metal bite my palms. "You think you understand what

[Alaric's POV]The courtyard had never held this many people at once, not even for the wedding.I stood on the top step of the palace entrance, looking out over rows of my own soldiers standing shoulder to shoulder with envoys from four allied packs, all of them summoned within a single night after word of Eileen’s kidnapping spread. Torches lined the walls despite the hour, throwing long shadows across armor that hadn't seen real use in years, and the air carried the same tension I’d felt the last time this courtyard had gathered for war. The South Pack envoy stood near the front, still in the same formal coat he'd worn to the ceremony less than a day ago, There was none of yesterday’s diplomacy on his face."My lord." He stepped forward first, before I'd even opened my mouth. "What happened on that field was a violation of neutral ground older than either of our packs. The South Pack stands with you in whatever answer you intend to give it.""I intend to give it everything I have."

[Eileen's POV]I'd stopped counting the meals somewhere around the sixth one.Thin broth, a heel of bread hard enough to hurt my jaw, and water that tasted faintly of the bucket it came in. Whoever decided what prisoners ate here either didn’t know I was pregnant or didn’t care. My stomach growled loud enough to embarrass me in the silence. I pressed a hand against it anyway, feeling for movement, and got a small answering shove against my palm that made me let out a breath. "Still stubborn," I said quietly. "Good. Stay that way."My legs were weaker than I’d admitted, there was no one here to pretend for anyway. Standing took effort now, walking the four steps the chain allowed left me lightheaded if I did it too fast. I’d started moving less, saving my strength for when I actually needed it.The door at the end of the corridor opened before I'd finished the sentence, and I recognized the walk before I saw the face. Heavier steps than Lucian's, less graceful than Selena's, a man wh

[Alaric's POV]The stronghold sat at the bottom of a shallow valley, and from the ridge where we'd made camp I could see Lucian's forces arrayed along the wall like they'd been waiting for us specifically, which they probably had. Torches burned along the battlements even in the last of the daylight, more of them than a stronghold this size should reasonably need, and I understood without anyone telling me that they wanted us to see exactly how many men stood behind those walls."Bloodhowl territory," Roth said, standing beside me with a map he no longer needed to check. "Ugly name for an ugly piece of land.""Fitting, then.""Our numbers still favor us, my lord, even counting everything we can see from here. Three to two, maybe better once the South Pack riders finish setting up on the eastern flank.""Numbers don't win a siege by themselves.""No. But they help."Movement caught my eye further down the ridge, a rider pushing his horse harder than the terrain really allowed, and I re