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 111 - チャプター 120

The first time I married Cassian Blackthorn, I wore a crown that felt heavier than my own heart.I remember the cold stone beneath my feet, the watching nobles, and the countless eyes measuring my worth. I remember Damon Blackthorn standing among the guests, his expression dark with disbelief. I remember the fear I had buried beneath my wedding veil and the promise I had made to myself.I would survive.I would uncover the truth.And I would never again allow anyone to decide my fate.I had not married Cassian because I believed in a happily ever after.I had married him because I needed his protection, because our enemies were closing in, and because the man I had once loved had murdered me in another life.Yet somewhere between the lies, the battles, and the nights when I thought I would lose him, something unexpected had happened.I had fallen in love with my husband.Not the Alpha King whose name made warriors lower their eyes.Not the powerful heir whose blood had been tangled in

The first morning of peace began with an argument.Not a battle cry. Not an explosion. Not the sound of warriors running through the palace corridors with blood on their swords.An argument.Two pack representatives stood on opposite sides of the council chamber, shouting about a bridge that had been destroyed during the war.“The Blackridge pack has occupied that crossing for generations!” the older man insisted. “We will not surrender it because your people suddenly claim it belongs to them.”“Our people built the bridge!” the younger representative snapped. “Your warriors destroyed it, and now you expect us to pay for its reconstruction?”I sat at the head of the council table, listening to them argue over stones and ownership while a stack of reports waited in front of me.Cassian sat beside me, his injured side supported by a cushion. He had promised the royal physician that he would remain seated throughout the meeting.He had also promised not to interfere unless necessary.Jud

The letter arrived at sunrise.It was sealed with silver wax, stamped with a crescent moon I had not seen since the destruction of the ancient prison.I was standing beside the balcony when Captain Rowan entered our chambers. His expression was unusually gentle, which immediately made me uneasy.“Your Majesty, this was delivered by a northern messenger. He insisted it was meant for you personally.”I accepted the envelope.“Did he say who sent it?”“He said the sender had been waiting a very long time to speak with you.”My fingers tightened around the letter.For several weeks, I had tried to convince myself that the worst secrets of my family had finally been uncovered. We had dismantled the Shadow Council, brought Edric Vale to justice, and begun restoring the kingdom.Yet the names of my parents still carried questions I could not answer.My mother, Liora, had sacrificed everything to protect me. My father, Lucien Lunara, had surrendered his freedom to the Shadow King so that I co

I no longer recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror.Her eyes were mine, silver-gray and sharp enough to notice the smallest changes in a room. Her hair fell in dark waves over her shoulders, and a faint scar crossed the inside of her left wrist, a reminder of a battle she had survived.She wore no crown.No royal jewels.No symbols of the Blood Moon bloodline.Just a simple ivory dress and the silver pendant my father had given me before he died.Yet there was something different about her.Something I could not name.I leaned closer to the mirror.“Who are you?” I whispered.The woman stared back without answering.Once, I had known exactly who I was.I was Seraphine Vale, the girl who fell in love with Alpha Damon Blackthorn and believed that if she loved him enough, he would eventually love her in return.I was the woman who endured his coldness, mistook his attention for affection, and convinced herself that the pain of being unwanted was simply the price of loving

The Alpha King of the Northern Kingdom had faced armies without flinching, stared down ancient darkness, and survived a curse that had nearly claimed his life.He had never looked more terrified than he did while holding a book about babies.I discovered this at breakfast.Cassian sat across from me with three books stacked beside his plate, a fourth open in his hands, and a frown so deep that I began to suspect the author had personally offended him.I sipped my tea.“Is the kingdom at war again?”“No.”“Has another ancient prophecy appeared?”“No.”“Has Rowan resigned?”Cassian looked up sharply.“Why would Rowan resign?”“Because you have been making him inspect every corridor for the past two days. Perhaps he has finally decided that guarding the palace is easier than guarding you.”Cassian ignored me and returned to his book.I leaned forward to read the title.The Complete Guide to Becoming a Father.I pressed my lips together.He noticed.“Do not laugh.”“I haven’t laughed.”“Y