Mated to four heirs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

CARLA VALE The corridors of Nightshade Academy were louder than usual after Professor Selene dismissed the class, and although students were walking in every direction, almost every conversation I overheard revolved around one person.Samantha Carter.I kept my hands buried inside the pockets of my black coat as I walked through the crowd with my head slightly lowered. My face remained expressionless, yet my mind refused to quiet down. The image of the silver light erupting from the crystal replayed itself over and over again, refusing to leave me alone.Professor Selene had called it unstable energy.I almost scoffed at the memory. There had been nothing unstable about what I had witnessed.That light had carried purpose, power, and recognition. It was as though the crystal itself had bowed before her.Something ancient had answered Samantha, and every instinct inside my wolf had recognized it immediately.I hated that feeling. I hated that every passing hour s

SAMANTHA CARTER General dinner at Nightshade Academy was nothing like I had imagined it would be, and although I had only been here for a few days, I was already beginning to understand that nothing about this place could ever be described as ordinary.The dining hall alone was larger than my entire high school back home, while enchanted chandeliers floated beneath the high ceiling, casting a warm silver glow across hundreds of long wooden tables. Students from every pack filled the hall with conversations and laughter, yet despite the noise around me, I couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't truly belong here.I balanced my tray carefully as I searched for an empty seat, hoping I could eat quietly without attracting unnecessary attention. Unfortunately, that seemed impossible these days. Ever since the Blood Moon Initiation, people had either stared at me with curiosity or whispered the moment I walked past them, and although they tried to lower their voices, they ne

KARL BLACKWOODThat night, I had visited the Ancient Archives for answers to the questions that clouded my mind.My entire body became rigid as I stared into the darkness that had swallowed the Ancient Archives, and although every instinct inside me screamed that I wasn't alone anymore, I couldn't smell another person in the room. The candles had all gone out at the exact same time, yet there wasn't even the slightest breeze that could have extinguished them. My fingers slowly tightened around the old leather-bound book while my heartbeat echoed loudly inside my ears."You were never supposed to find that," a female voice whispered, sounding calmer, yet somehow even more unsettling, and the words seemed to come from every corner of the room at once."Show yourself," I demanded, narrowing my eyes into the darkness as my wolf stirred beneath my skin.Silence answered me.I slowly reached into my jacket and pulled out my Moonstone steel dagger before taking another carefu

SAMANTHA CARTER Something felt wrong. The feeling settled in my chest the moment I opened my eyes, and although I tried convincing myself it was only because I hadn't slept well, it refused to disappear. Instead, it lingered like a quiet warning, making the room feel colder than it had the night before. For a few moments, I remained in bed, staring at the ceiling while listening to the muffled sounds of students moving through the dormitory. Girls chatted excitedly in the hallway, doors opened and closed, and somewhere down the corridor someone laughed, yet none of it eased the strange uneasiness growing inside me. With a sigh, I pushed the blanket aside and climbed out of bed. Then, as I reached for my academy uniform, something silver on my bedside table caught my attention. Darius' bracelet. The wolf-shaped charm reflected the morning sunlight spilling through the window, and despite myself, I smiled. "He really didn't have to do that," I murmured, gently picking it up

LADY SERAPHINA The mansion was silent tonight, but it was never truly quiet. There was always something moving behind the walls, something whispering beneath the floors, or something breathing in the darkness beyond the tall windows. I had grown accustomed to it over the years, so I barely noticed the soft ticking of the antique clock in my study or the faint crackle of the fire burning in the marble fireplace.My attention was fixed on the enormous crystal bowl sitting on the table before me, and the silver liquid inside it moved slowly despite the fact that there was no wind in the room. Images appeared and disappeared across its surface, but one face kept returning no matter how many times the vision changed.Samantha.I leaned closer to the bowl, watching her image as she walked through the Academy corridors with her books pressed against her chest. She looked tired, but there was still that stubbornness in her eyes that I remembered so well.Eighteen years had pa