Todos os capítulos de The Villainess Will Not Be Eclipsed Again: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LEAH’S POVMy feet move on autopilot.I told them I was going to the library. I said it with my head held high, my spine straight, and my voice betraying a smoothness I don’t feel. I told Jakob Greaves and Regis Nightshade—two of the most dangerous, high-ranking predators in this entire institution—that if they wanted a spot at my table, they needed to bring something useful.It was a brilliant line. It was calculated to be theatrical and bold.It was also absolute madness.The moment the heavy double doors of the S-Class lecture hall slam shut behind me, the cold air of the main corridor hits my face, and the adrenaline keeping my knees locked instantly vanishes. “Shit…”My hands begin to tremble. I shove them deep into the pockets of my dark navy blazer, clenching them into tight fists to stop the shaking, but the tremor spreads up my forearms.What is wrong with me? What possessed me to open my mouth and speak to them like that?I don't head toward the central library. I can't. M

LEAH’S POV I wonder what they would do if they knew the truth. What would happen if I pulled the shining gold badge out of my pocket and pinned it to my chest right now? What would they do if they found out that I sit at the very top of the academic board with eleven hundred merit points?They would instantly freeze. Their sneers would vanish, replaced by pale faces and trembling lips. They would assume I have a very strong backer, that some high-ranking Alpha or powerful pack is sponsoring me from the shadows. Their entire attitude would shift from disgust to pathetic, groveling submission in a fraction of a second.Because that is how this world works.But what is the use? What is the point of their fear or their respect when it's built on a lie? A high-ranking backer can abandon you in a heartbeat, and a title without real force behind it is just a target painted on your back."Whatever," Mark muttered, waving his hand dismissively when I maintained my icy silence. "She’s a fuck

LEAH’S POVMy feet move on complete autopilot.The morning air is crisp, carrying the faint, clean scent of crushed pine and damp earth from the surrounding hills. Up on the massive digital scoreboard mounted over the main courtyard, the countdown timer for the Survival Trial ticks down in bright blue numbers.Fourteen days.Fourteen days until we are dropped into the Outer Valley Ridge.Every step I take toward the eastern training field makes my stomach twist tighter. I barely slept last night. Every time I close my eyes, I see Uriel Thorne’s pale silver eyes staring down at me in that quiet corridor. I can still hear the cold, indifferent murmur of his voice echoing in the dark.‘Cancel it. Or I will break Greaves' legs before Friday,’ he said. He wasn't lying. Uriel doesn't bother lying. He doesn't have enough emotion in him to construct a fake threat. If he said he would break Jakob’s legs, he would walk up to him in the middle of the cafeteria, do it with a flick of his wrist

LEAH’S POVUriel stands silent for a long moment.His pale silver eyes drift away from Regis, sliding slowly back to me. He looks at my pale face, my wide, terrified eyes, and the slight tremor in my shoulders that I can't hide no matter how hard I try."She selects the routes," Uriel says softly.My breath catches in my throat."Done," Regis agrees instantly."I command the physical vanguard," Jakob grunts, stepping forward, his voice heavy with reluctant acceptance. "If anyone steps out of line, I don't care who your father is, I pull you back.""Try it and I'll cut your fingers off then feed them to you, bear," Regis laughs, unbothered."Wait," I choke out, finding my voice through the paralyzing shock. "Wait! You can't just... you can't just decide this!"All three of them look at me again."Why not?" Regis asks, tilting his head.He steps closer, his dark eyes looking down at me with clear condescension. A smirk spreads across his face, cruel and amused. The idea of an unranked,

LEAH’S POV My name is Leah.Or at least, it used to be Rosante Leah.I belong— or belonged —to the Harvest Moon pack, one of the four major werewolf packs dividing the shifter territories. We hold the entire Eastern region, a vast expanse of dense forests, deep river valleys, and sprawling land that feeds the other territories.To the West lies the Red Moon pack.To the North, the Blue Moon pack.To the South, the New Moon pack.Four packs, but only two are ruled by true werewolf royalty— the Red Moon and the Blue Moon packs. They are led by Lycans— pure bloodlines directly blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. The rest of us? The Harvest Moon and New Moon packs are left without royal blood, driven by an unspoken, desperate obsession to produce a Lycan by any means necessary.Because what are wolves without their pride? What are commoners without a god walking among them?Growing up, I believed I belonged to a respectable, loving family within this hierarchy. My father, Augustine Ros