In His Ruins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The morning sun over the Silvermoon Estate brought no warmth to the lower servants' quarters, only a harsh, glaring light that exposed every crack in the damp stone walls, revealing the deep, persistent decay of a subterranean level forgotten by the rest of the pack. Nora knelt on the rough, unpolished floorboards, scrubbing the stubborn grime from the flagstones with a coarse, stiff-bristled brush that tore mercilessly at her knuckles, opening small, stinging cuts. Her muscles ached with a deep, bone-weary fatigue that sleep never quite managed to wash away, leaving her limbs heavy and exhausted before the sun had even fully crested the eastern tree line.Above her, in the grand upper echelons of the pack house, life moved to a very different rhythm of wealth, privilege, and absolute indifference to the struggles of those below.Nora was Alpha Julian’s true soulmate—a rare, sacred bond sealed by the goddess herself, humming silently beneath her skin like a quiet, agonizingly distant

The midday sun had shifted, casting long, bruised shadows across the stone floor of the estate’s grand interior courtyard.Nora walked swiftly through the servants' corridor, carrying a heavy stack of freshly laundered linens destined for the upper guest wing. Every muscle in her body protested the physical strain, but the burning pain in her arms was a welcome distraction from the heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on her soulmate bond. She could feel Julian’s distant presence—strong, resolute, and entirely walled off behind a fortress of pack duty and misguided self-righteousness.As she approached the linen closets near the west wing, a pair of sharp, mocking voices cut through the quiet air, stopping her in her tracks."I don't know how mother puts up with her roaming the halls of the upper estate," Clara’s voice sneered from just around the corner, dripping with disdain. "Even if she's hidden away down below, she's a constant, irritating reminder of Julian's strange soft spo

The morning of the sixth day brought an unnatural, tense stillness to the Silvermoon Estate, hanging heavy and suffocating in the air as if the entire pack were holding its breath before a catastrophic disaster. Up in the grand receiving hall, estate decorators were already busy draping shimmering silver silk banners across the high vaulted ceilings and arranging elaborate crystal centerpieces for the upcoming seasonal gala. Jessica supervised the arrangements with an air of absolute authority and smug satisfaction, her bright laughter ringing out across the polished marble floors as she pointed toward the raised dais where the Alpha and his officially recognized side-mate would sit before the council.Julian watched the bustling preparations from the shadows of the upper balcony, his broad arms crossed tightly over his chest, a cup of untasted coffee growing completely cold in his hand. The internal pressure of the soulmate bond with Nora had shifted drastically overnight—it wasn't j

Three floors above the damp stone cellars, the atmosphere in the Alpha's private study was thick with the scent of aged leather, burning cedar, and heavy political tension.Julian stood by the tall arched windows, looking out over the sprawling training grounds where beta warriors and young pups honed their combat skills. His jaw was locked tight, his dark eyes shadowed by chronic exhaustion. Managing a pack of thousands required a ruthless, unyielding focus, leaving very little room for personal peace.A soft, measured knock sounded at the heavy oak door before it glided open. Jessica entered, moving with a grace that seemed tailored for the room, carrying a silver tray bearing a steaming cup of imported herbal tea."You've been standing by that window for over an hour, Julian," Jessica said gently, her voice pitched to a soothing, melodic tone as she set the tray down on the edge of his mahogany desk. She stepped closer, her hand resting lightly and familiarly against his sleeve. "Y

Far out on the rugged, unforgiving northern borders of the Silvermoon territory, the autumn wind howled fiercely through the dense, towering canopy of ancient pines, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of impending conflict and blood.A small, heavily armed patrol of elite pack warriors crouched low behind a jagged rocky ridge, their eyes scanning the dark, impenetrable tree line where the pack's territory markers met the lawless, dangerous expanse of rogue lands. At the head of the patrol stood Beta Marcus, a fiercely loyal and heavily scarred warrior whose absolute dedication to Alpha Julian was unwavering, though his patience with the self-absorbed petty politics of the main estate was rapidly wearing paper-thin."Did you catch the chatter on the western surveillance frequencies tonight?" one of the younger, more nervous scouts whispered, shifting his heavy tactical weight against the freezing cold stone. "Rogue packs are grouping up in numbers we haven't seen in a decade. They're p