Rejected By The Alpha Heir, Claimed By Blood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Ophilia's POVThe bright blue moonlight above the gathering began to dim, like something unseen had reached up and smothered it.No one moved. No one breathed. The world had frozen.Embarrassed, I turned to the Luna Mother, and found her glowing — like this was the happiest day of her life.The disgrace was too much to bear.Then, without warning, a surge of pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat before I could stop it."Somebody — help—"The gathering, frozen only seconds ago, blurred and rushed past my vision all at once. I heard stilettos clicking toward me across the raised platform, each step landing like a verdict."You know what to do, Ophilia." Sydney's grin split wide across her face, hungry for it.The pain yanked me to my knees. I felt my bones splinter, one by one, like something inside me was being unmade from the marrow out. Sweat poured down my face in sheets, and for one terrifying second I couldn't tell if the sound tearing out of me was a scream or a s

Ophilia's POVWithout hesitation, I shoved Sydney out of my way with everything I had left in me. She hit the ground hard, a startled cry ripping from her throat, her composure shattering for the first time all night.She scrambled up fast, whipping around to face the beast looming in front of her. "Get her."Chase didn't stop. He advanced slow, deliberate, a low growl rolling from somewhere deep in his chest — the kind of sound that promised he wasn't in a hurry, that he intended to play with me first, chew on me like a bone before he finally decided I'd suffered enough. Literally.I kept backing away, my legs shaking beneath me. Then, from behind, a second sound rose — one I recognized instantly, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor.My breath came in short, panicked bursts. My cheek still burned where the Luna Mother had slapped me — twice, in a single night — and now I stood trapped, an Alpha in wolf form ahead of me and another closing in from behind, jaws already ha

Brenda's POV I stood outside the packhouse gates, the potion vial cold against my hip, my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was back. Back to the one place on this earth that wanted me dead. Back to the place where, if a single soul recognized my face beneath this borrowed one, I would not live to see the sun set. This was my graveyard, and I had walked into it willingly. I stared up at the iron gates, the ones I used to be dragged through, the ones I'd sworn I would never cross again. My pulse thundered in my ears. Jace would slaughter me the moment he knew. Chase would skin me alive first, slowly, and Sydney — Sydney would stand there and drink in every second of it, the way she always had. "I can't do this." The words slipped out before I could stop them. I turned to leave, already imagining the long walk back into the trees— Pain exploded in my wrist. It felt like someone had pressed a bar of molten silver against my skin. I gasped, doubling over,

Brenda's POV I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like they were trying to claw their way out of my chest, and for one dizzy second the room tilted, the walls pressing in closer than they had any right to. Chase. Not the whole cruel legacy of the twins, just half of it — and that half alone was probably about to do what he always wanted to. Kill me "I'm sorry," he said, finally releasing my wrist from his grip. I peeled myself off the wall like I'd been stuck there, my pulse still hammering in my ears, my mind snagging on the word he'd just used. Sorry. Nine years at his side, through every punishment and every silence, and I hadn't known that word lived anywhere in his mouth. I turned it over, half-convinced I'd misheard him. I felt my skin settle — that phantom ripple of fur smoothing back beneath it, the wolf inside me easing down from a snarl to a crouch, hackles lowering by degrees. So this was what fear felt like when you wore it as a wolf. Cold. Watchful. Ready to bolt at

Sydney's POV "Every one of you wretched, disgusting creatures — get in here now!" My voice cracked like a whip through the corridors, and within moments the maidservants and pack soldiers came pouring into the main hall, stumbling over each other in their haste. None of them would have dared miss the call. They knew better than that. They knew me better than that. I let my eyes sweep across the gathered crowd, counting faces, cataloging fear. The air itself seemed to bend under the weight of my presence, servants pressing their backs to the walls as if distance could save them. Good. That was exactly how it should be. Fear kept a pack in line. Fear was the only language half of them understood. "Well, as we all know—" I began, and then stopped. Something was wrong. The new girl wasn't among them. Fury climbed up my spine, settled behind my eyes, and spilled st