Reborn as Betrayed Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Livia’s POVThe silence in the room started suffocating me.Asher stood frozen in the doorway, his broad frame blocking out the light from the hallway. His golden eyes swept over the wreckage on the floor—the shattered porcelain, the dark stain of chamomile tea spreading across the rug, Clara sobbing hysterically against the stone hearth, and my hand still resting heavy on the hilt of my sword.The heat of my Warden light faded from my fingers, leaving behind the cold, bitter taste of a trap well sprung."What happened here?" Asher’s voice wasn't loud, but the weight of his Alpha aura slammed into the room, heavy and suffocating.Clara let out another shuddering, breathy gasp, her hands flying to her face as if trying to shield herself from a blow. "Alpha... please... Don't be angry with her!" she whimpered, her voice raspy, high, and terrified. "She... she was just trying to protect you! She told me I was taking up too much of your time... that I was a parasite on this pack..."I fel

Livia’s POVThe smell of fresh blood was hot and metallic in the freezing wind, instantly drowning out the crisp pine air of the high tower.Clara lay slumped against the wall, her slender hands clutching her bleeding forehead. Blood dripped rapidly through her pale fingers, splattering onto her dark tunic and staining the granite floor. Her chest heaved with ragged, hysterical sobs."Alpha... save me!" she shrieked, her voice raspy, terrified, and broken once more. "She followed me... she took out a bow... she said she was going to end it!"I stood in the center of the ravenry, my hunting bow still half-drawn, the iron-tipped arrow pointed uselessly at the stone floor.Asher stepped between us like a mountain falling into a valley.The raw, suffocation-level power of his Primordial Alpha aura hit the room like a physical blow, rattling the empty wooden bird cages against the walls. His dark hair was wild, his broadsword gleaming in his grip, his golden eyes burning with a dangerous,

Livia’s POVThe night air beneath the heavy pine canopy was choked with the bitter stench of burning wood and damp iron.I crouched behind the massive trunk of an ancient oak, my twin shortswords resting cold against my thighs. Down in the clearing, thirty yards away, the three Imperial scouts were already extinguishing their small pit-fire. They moved with fast, military discipline dousing the embers with dirt, strapping dark wool cloaks over their polished chestplates, and checking the leather straps on their broadswords.They weren't planning to stay until dawn. They were preparing to move up the eastern ridge now, setting the perimeter ambush before the Black Moon’s morning patrols even stirred from the keep.Not on my watch.I let my Warden magic flow outward—not with a flash of bright silver, but with a quiet, icy pulse that sank deep into the frosted earth. The roots beneath the forest floor vibrated softly in response, extending my senses, letting me feel the exact weight a

Clara’s POVThe silk lining of Livia’s dark wool cloak felt exceptionally soft against my skin.Standing before the tall looking-glass in the master bedchamber, I traced the silver embroidery running along the collar. In the dim, warm light of the hearth fire, the reflection looking back at me was indistinguishable from my sister. The same high, arched cheekbones. The same striking, pale green eyes. The same long, dark hair falling in thick waves past my shoulders.I leaned closer to the glass, tilting my chin up just a fraction. Livia held her chin higher proud, rigid , carrying the heavy weight of her ancient Warden lineage like a crown she never asked to wear. I adjusted my posture, letting my shoulders drop into that rigid, disciplined line, and the transformation was complete.A bitter, quiet smirk touched my lips.All my life, back in the sprawling, gilded cage of the Imperial Palace, I had lived in the dark. While Livia was hailed as the wild child of the North, hidden away

Clara’s POVI leaned into his touch, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, and pulled his lips down to mine but instead of kissing my lips he took my hands and kissed the back of my hands.Asher’s hands gripped my waist, his broad fingers digging into the velvet of my coat with a sudden, intense heat. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat—a sound of pure, unbridled Alpha desire that sent a thrill of hot victory straight through my veins.He’s mine, I thought triumphantly. Livia’s life is mine now.I pulled back just an inch, my eyes heavy and hooded as I looked up into his striking golden gaze. I reached down, my fingers trailing down his chest to unbuckle the silver clasp of his leather chest guard."Stay with me tonight, Asher," I whispered against his jaw, my voice smooth and coaxing as I slid the heavy armor off his shoulders, letting it crash softly to the rug. "The war can wait until dawn. Let me take care of you.”Asher’s breathing was heavy, his golden eyes burning with