THEIR REJECTED DAUGHTER WAS THE LOST HEIRESS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

POV: ARIA The iron-reinforced oak door of Sector 4 did not creak; it groaned under two years of built-up frost.I didn't look back. I kept my head bowed, my cracked boots shuffling across the gravel path toward the outer perimeter gate of the Coldspire Labor Prison. Beneath the coarse, faded tunic provided by the guards, my ribs throbbed where three cell-block omegas had cornered me against the washbasin less than two hours ago. They had wanted the silver-leaf ring hidden in my palm, a worthless trinket I had scraped out of the prison quarry, and when I refused to speak, they used their fists.I hadn't screamed. I hadn't called my wolf.I couldn't. Deep inside my chest, where a furious, golden-furred spirit had once howled at the full moon, there was only silence. Cold, hollow silence. My wolf had gone quiet during the second month of the beatings I received in this prison, suffocated by the silver-laced iron chains and the sheer, overwhelming realization that no one was coming for m

POV: ARIAThe bustle of the pack house echoed through the halls as servants hung velvet banners for the Lycan King’s arrival. I couldn't stay in that cold guest room waiting to be hidden away. My chest felt tight, and I needed air.I slipped out the rear doors and walked down the overgrown stone path toward the east garden, heading straight for the old glass greenhouse tucked behind the high stone walls. On my way towards the greenhouse, two servants passed behind me, whispering as they carried a stack of folded banners."Do you think the Lycan King will finally find her?""Keep your voice down," the older servant whispered. "Not here.""I'm only asking. Everyone says the royal family has searched half the continent."Their voices faded around the corner. I slowed for half a second.The missing sister conversation Gavin mentioned earlier. Then I continued toward the greenhouse.For fifteen years, that greenhouse had been my sanctuary. It was where Mother and I spent countless afternoo

POV: ARIAI kept my grip on the heavy wooden crate, staring at the stone floor near Vance’s boots. The damp air of the lower corridor pressed against my skin, but his harsh words barely made me flinch. After two years in Coldspire, insults were nothing."I am simply doing the work I was given, Lord Vance," I said, my voice completely devoid of emotion. "Excuse me. I need to set this down."Vance stepped directly into my path, blocking the entrance to the archive hallway. His face contorted with anger, disgusted by my quiet lack of reaction. To a man like him, someone who believed he was a righteous defender of justice, my silence wasn't submission. It was defiance."Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Vance barked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "You think if you act pitiful enough, people will forget what you did to Lyra? You poisoned your mother! You nearly ruined this entire pack!"I slowly raised my head. My eyes met his, cold and completely hollow."I did not poison her