Rejected by My Alpha, Crowned by the Moon King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The news spread through the kingdom like wildfire.The ancient thing was inside me. It had always been inside me. Waiting. Patient. Hungry. The revelation had shattered the fragile trust the Alphas had placed in me. Some looked at me with fear. Others with suspicion. A few with outright hostility. The whispers followed me everywhere I went, a constant reminder of what I had become. I could see it in their eyes when I walked through the streets—the way they stepped back, the way they lowered their gazes, the way they crossed themselves as if warding off evil.I stood at the head of the council table, facing the Alphas who had gathered from every corner of the kingdom. Their eyes were fixed on me, filled with uncertainty and doubt. The morning light streamed through the windows, but it did little to dispel the darkness that had settled over us. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with unspoken accusations. The tapestries on the walls seemed to watch us, their painted eyes hea

The road to the Lost Kingdom was treacherous.We traveled through forests that seemed to stretch forever, their trees ancient and gnarled, their branches reaching toward the sky like grasping fingers. The path was narrow and winding, barely wide enough for our horses to ride side by side. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the shadows between the trees seemed to move with a life of their own. The whispers that had once guided me through the Lost Kingdom were gone, replaced by a heavy silence that pressed against my ears like a physical weight.Kael rode ahead, her hand resting on her sword. She had been silent since we left the Moon Kingdom, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. Her face was pale beneath the moonlight, but her gaze was steady, watchful. Darius and Alpha Theron followed behind, their faces set in grim determination. The horses' hooves echoed against the ancient stone, a rhythmic heartbeat in the silence."Seraphina.

The days that followed the celebration were quiet.I spent them walking through the palace corridors, watching the kingdom heal. The scars of war were still visible, but so was the determination to move forward. The people smiled more often. The children laughed more freely. The markets were filled with merchants and customers, the streets bustling with life.But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.The ancient thing was gone—or so I believed. The darkness inside me was silent. The mark on my chest was nothing more than a scar. But the whisper I had heard on the balcony lingered in my mind, a cold presence that refused to fade.This isn't over, Seraphina.This is just the beginning.I will return.And when I do—You will be mine.I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the faint pulse beneath my palm. The mark was still there, a constant reminder of what I had been through. But it felt different now—softer, gentler, almost like a memory."Seraphina."Lucien's voi

The morning came gray and cold.I stood on the balcony, watching the clouds gather over the Moon Kingdom. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the prophecy pressing down on all of us. The kingdom was preparing for war, but I could feel the fear in the air—the uncertainty, the doubt, the whispers that followed me everywhere I went. The scent of rain and ozone hung in the air, a storm gathering on the horizon both in the sky and in our hearts."Seraphina."Lucien's voice.I turned."Lucien.""You've been out here all night.""I couldn't sleep.""Seraphina—""I keep thinking about the prophecy.""Seraphina—""About what's coming.""Seraphina—""About what I have to do."He stepped closer, his silver eyes searching my face. The morning light caught his features, making him look almost ethereal. He looked tired—we all did—but there was a fire in his eyes that refused to be extinguished. His hand reached for mine, his fingers warm and steady against my cold skin."Then we'll face i

Elara's words hung in the air like a death knell."The ancient thing—it's not just inside you. It's inside me too."I stared at her, my mind reeling. The world around me seemed to tilt, the ancient stones pulsing with silver light as if they too were shocked by the revelation. I felt the warmth of the blood oath still lingering between us, a bond that now carried a darker weight. The wildflowers around us seemed to wilt, their petals curling as though they too felt the shadow descending. The air grew colder, and I could see my breath forming in small clouds before me."What do you mean?"Elara's face was pale, her moonstone eyes filled with a grief I recognized—the same grief I had carried for so long. Her hands trembled slightly, and I could see the fear she had been hiding for years. The weight of her secret pressed down on her like a physical burden."When Mother sent me away, she didn't just hide me from the darkness. She hid me from myself. I carry the same curse you do. The same