My Alpha Husband Killed Me, So I Married His Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Cassian’s heartbeat stopped.For one terrible second, I couldn’t breathe.I pressed both hands against his chest, searching for the warmth I had felt only moments earlier. Nothing answered beneath my palms. No heartbeat. No movement. Not even the faintest whisper through the bond that had connected our souls since the night we chose each other.“Cassian?”The name left my mouth as a broken whisper.I shook him gently.“Cassian, open your eyes.”His head rolled slightly to one side.“No.”I pressed my forehead against his.“No, you don’t get to leave me. Not after everything we’ve survived. Not after I found you.”Elias was crying behind me. Lyra held him tightly, but even she looked terrified. Rowan stood near the chamber entrance with his sword drawn, watching the black smoke crawling across the walls.The sixth symbol had shattered.The Shadow King had vanished.And something ancient was moving beneath the floor.I could feel it through my bones.A presence older than the covenant.

“Find me.”Cassian’s voice disappeared from the bond before I could answer.His fingers loosened around mine.For one terrible second, I forgot how to breathe.“Cassian?”Nothing.I pressed my trembling fingers against his throat. His pulse was there, but so faint that I had to concentrate to feel it. The black circle surrounding the silver crescent on his chest pulsed once, and a shadow crawled beneath his skin.Then his eyes opened.They were no longer entirely his.One remained the familiar stormy gray I had fallen in love with. The other was silver, ancient, and terribly empty.“The crown has chosen,” the voice inside him declared.I tightened my grip on his hand.“Then the crown can choose someone else.”The possessed king smiled.“You have surrendered the only power capable of challenging me.”“I know.”“You are nothing now.”I swallowed the fear rising in my throat.“Perhaps. But I am still the woman who knows your weakness.”His smile vanished.I leaned closer to Cassian.“And

On the sixth morning, the healers stopped pretending they had answers.I knew it before the chief physician spoke. I saw it in the way he stood at the foot of Cassian’s bed, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on the motionless king.He had come every morning with a new treatment, a new theory, or a promise that we needed only a little more time.Today, he carried nothing.No medicine.No scrolls.No hopeful explanation.Just silence.“Say it,” I demanded.The physician looked at me.“Your Majesty—”“Whatever you came here to tell me, say it.”He glanced at Cassian.“His condition has not improved.”“I can see that.”“His body remains stable, but we have found no way to reach his consciousness. The traditional healing methods are no longer helping.”“Then stop using traditional methods.”“We have exhausted every method available to us.”I rose from my chair.“Every method?”He lowered his gaze.“Yes.”“Have you examined the ancient records I brought you? Have you studied

The first thing I heard was a child crying.The sound drifted through the darkness, small and broken, carrying a loneliness so profound that my chest tightened before I understood why.Then a voice spoke.“Kings do not cry.”I opened my eyes.I was standing in a corridor lined with black marble. Silver torches burned along the walls, but their flames gave off no warmth. At the far end stood a little boy wearing a white shirt and dark trousers.He couldn’t have been older than seven.His shoulders trembled as he tried to wipe his tears away.Before him stood a tall man dressed in royal black.King Roderic.Cassian’s father.“You will not embarrass this family again,” Roderic said.The boy lowered his head.“Yes, Father.”“Look at me when I speak to you.”The child lifted his face.His eyes were Cassian’s eyes.I stopped breathing.I knew this was a memory, but I had never seen Cassian as a child. He had always spoken of his father in fragments, revealing only enough to make it clear th

The man standing beyond the broken throne wore my husband’s face.He had Cassian’s black hair, his sharp jaw, and the silver-gray eyes that had once made an entire kingdom tremble. Even the small scar above his left eyebrow was there, a reminder of the battle that had nearly killed him years before I ever became his wife.But the way he looked at me was wrong.Cassian’s eyes had always held something he tried desperately to hide. Beneath his coldness lived a man who noticed everything, remembered the smallest details, and carried the pain of others as if it were his responsibility to repair the world.The figure before me held none of that warmth.His eyes were empty.A black crown rested upon his head, its jagged points sinking into his skin. Darkness moved beneath his collar like living veins, spreading across his neck.He smiled.It was the kind of smile that made my instincts scream.“Seraphine Vale,” he said. “You should have stayed in the world of the living.”I tightened my gri