Reborn as Betrayed Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Asher’s POVThe stone steps beneath the eastern guard tower were slick and black mold. Each breath down here tasted of stale dust and iron.My boots made no sound against the rock. Behind me, Torin and four elite warriors moved like shadows, their broadswords drawn, their scent masked. But I didn't need stealth to find her. The closer I got to the lowest subterranean vaults, the more my soul thrashed against my ribs – a raw, agonizing pull towards the real half of my heart.For three days, I had touched an imposter. I had touched her skin that didn't make my blood sing. I had looked into green eyes that possessed the exact shape of my mate’s, yet lacked the fierce, rigid fire that defines Livia. Every second spent playing the gullible Alpha had felt like drinking poison.Hang on, my love, I swore silently, my knuckles turning white around the hilt of my primary blade. I’m coming.We reached the iron-bound door at the base of the spiral staircase. The master lock was heavy, forged by

Clara’s POVA dull, throbbing weight settled behind my eyes before consciousness even returned.My mind dragged itself out of a heavy, artificial fog. The taste of bitter honey and metallic narcotics coated the back of my tongue. I blinked, trying to raise a hand to rub my temple, but my arms wouldn't move.I pulled against the restraint. Cold, biting iron scraped hard against my skin.Panic hit me like a splash of freezing water, snapping the remaining haze from my brain.I was flat on my back on the massive oak bed in the master chamber. Heavy iron chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, securing my arms above my head to the carved bedposts. My ankles were bound with equal brutality to the footboard, my legs pinned wide and helpless. A thick leather gag was strapped across my mouth, pressing my tongue down and cutting off anything more than muffled, pathetic gasps.No. No, no, no...The room was bathed in the dim, grey light of early dawn. The hearth fire had burned down to faint

Clara’s POVPain was no longer a sharp edge; it was a vast, heavy sea pulling me under.The dungeon beneath the council chamber smelled of rust, wet stone, and my own scorched flesh. For four agonizing hours after Livia left the bedchamber, the interrogation had continued without mercy. Maya’s salve had kept my skin from rotting, but the wolfsbane drops applied with surgical precision had burned every trace of defiance out of my bones.By the time the heavy oak bar was lifted and the iron door creaked open, I wasn't screaming anymore. I couldn't. My throat was raw, my lips cracked and bleeding, my chin resting limply against my blood-stained chest.The soft, rhythmic click of leather boots echoed against the damp flagstones.I didn't need to look up to know who it was. The sudden shift in the air—the calm, quiet weight of pure power announced her presence before her shadow even crossed the threshold.Livia stepped into the cell.She wore no crown, no ornate jewels. Just her dark W

Asher’s POVThe heavy oak table in the strategic solar was covered in parchment maps detailing the jagged topography of the Iron Crags and the sea-caves below the eastern cliffs.The fire in the hearth burned hot, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of Torin and our six highest-ranking war captains. Livia stood at the head of the table, her gloved fingers tracing the winding, narrow trail that led from the shoreline up through the eastern gulch."Clara gave us exact numbers," Livia said, pointing her dagger at a narrow choke point between two towering walls of black granite. "Three hundred elite Imperial vanguard soldiers, led by Commander Vane of the Royal Guard. They believe Clara will ignite the signal fire on the eastern tower at midnight and throw open the postern gate.""If they think the gate will be opened, they’ll march up the narrow gulch in tight formation to avoid being spotted by our perimeter scouts," Torin noted, a dangerous smile spreading across his scarre

Livia’s POVThe stone archway didn't just break. It detonated.Shards of granite tore through the vault, sharp as arrowheads. I threw my arms up, my Warden gauntlets catching three jagged splinters before they could open my throat. The air turned black, thick with the stench of charred bone, sulfur, and stagnant bog water – the signature bile of Blood-Claw magic.Through the settling dust came four shapes. They weren't men. They were nine-foot hulks of grey muscle and fused bone, their hides caked in dried mud and ancient runes carved directly into their flesh. Blood-Claw brutes—beasts bred in the northern wastes, conditioned to ignore physical pain and driven entirely by dark blood-siphoning magic."To the inner sanctum!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. "Now!"My shadow warriors didn't hesitate. They reformed their ranks, but against hulks that could crush a man's ribcage with a single backhand, steel was barely an inconvenience. One of my sergeants lun