Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Villainess Will Not Be Eclipsed Again: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

LEAH’S POV The door to the isolation chamber locks behind me with a sharp, heavy thud that resonates deep inside my chest. I do not flinch, nor do I move. It finally settles in my head that I’ve carried out my plan. I simply sit down on the cold stone bench built into the bare wall, resting my hands neatly on my lap. My ribs ache with every slow breath I draw. When Regis flared his Lycan aura directly into my chest on the field, the sheer physical force struck me like a solid wall of iron. A fraction of that aura was enough to crack the bone structure beneath my skin, leaving a dull, throbbing heat pinned under my sternum. It hurts so much, I keep taking deep breaths to take my mind off the pain. No one bothered to send a healer. No one checked my vitals. The moment the trial ended, I was marched off the field with blood drying in the back of my throat, dragged straight down into this room without a single word. Not even ten minutes had passed since the ghost instructors

LEAH’S POV And then, irritatingly, my thoughts keep drifting back to Uriel Thorne. Uriel took the longest to fall. Not because his physical strength was vastly superior to the others, but because he had instinctively shielded his body with his Lycan aura the second Willow threw the powder. He only dropped his defensive aura after hearing Regis call for me to bring the antidote, inhaling the poison far later than the rest. It annoys me. I wanted him to crash down first. I wanted to watch his arrogant, cold face slam straight into the wet grass. Perhaps I am being slightly petty. But considering he backhanded me into a stone pillar during my past life, breaking three of my ribs as if telling me to know my place, I feel my irritation is entirely justified. I draw a slow, shallow breath, wincing as my cracked ribs throb under the strain. I force those restless thoughts to settle. Impatience is a dangerous luxury. Everything needs to proceed precisely according to the framework I ha

WILLOW’S POV The air inside the room is suffocatingly hot, thick with the lingering tension of thirty senior instructors who have been screaming at each other for an hour. At the far end of the room, sitting behind a long table, is Dean Grayson. My eyes sweep the space in less than two seconds, reading the social layout of the room out of pure instinct. On the right side sit the aggressive instructors led by Maddox. They are leaning forward, their faces red, their fingers tapping impatiently on the wooden table. They are on my side. Or rather, they are on the side of my backing. They know Alpha Everest Lockwood stands behind me, and they know my family holds immense wealth. They cannot afford to sacrifice me when three heirs are already down. It is far safer, far easier, to dump the entirety of the blame onto an already condemned, low-ranking omega with no one to protect her. In the center sit the neutral instructors. They look tired, shifting their papers, unwilling to choos

WILLOW’S POV It is so stupidly simple. Leah dropped a single line of praise about his strength, called him a terrifying threat, and Asher's thick Alpha brain instantly melted. He is actually standing beside me feeling proud of himself while she systematically dismantles my entire defense. "I didn't mean to hurt them..." Leah sobs, her voice dropping into a small, broken whisper as she bows her head to the floor. "I don't understand why they collapsed... I didn't mean to harm my teammates... I didn't know..." The room remains dead silent for three agonizing seconds. Then, a chair glides smoothly back from the middle of the table. Professor Lucien stands up. My heart drops straight into my shoes. Professor Lucien is the head of the Herbal Medicine Department. He is young, brilliant, and widely recognized as the leader of the neutral faction inside the faculty. He does not care about pack politics. He does not care about anyone’s family money. He cares strictly about logic, ac

WILLOW’S POV Seeing a man with pale, pupil-less white eyes, a man who is said to have acted like a cold, unfeeling god for decades, suddenly chuckling to himself like a maniac is the most deeply unsettling sight I have ever witnessed in my life. It makes the hair on my arms stand up on end. A cold, terrifying dread settles over my soul. Dean Grayson slowly rests his chin on his folded hands, his pupil-less white eyes glinting with a dark, chilling amusement as he stares down at Leah. "Threat noted, Miss Bellmoore," Grayson says softly, his deep voice carrying a strange, dangerous thread of delight. I watch Leah carefully out of the corner of my eye. The moment the dean speaks, Leah's right hand slips behind her back. And as it rests against her skirt, I see it. Her hand is shaking uncontrollably. Her fingers are trembling so hard she has to grip her own wrist to keep them still. A sharp realization hits my mind like a bolt of lightning. She was terrified. She was completely,