THEIR REJECTED DAUGHTER WAS THE LOST HEIRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

POV: ROWANThe heavy oak gates of the Frostwood estate groaned open, revealing a inner courtyard bathed in the sharp, golden light of late afternoon. My war-horse shifted beneath me, its hooves clattering against the damp cobblestones as my vanguard pulled into formation behind me. The scent of northern pine and cold river stone was thick in the air, but beneath it lay the distinct, underlying pulse of the Frostwood pack, restless, watchful, and deeply divided.I had traveled three days from the southern highlands to discuss the regional trade alliance, a territorial agreement that would anchor both our borders against the rising rogue movements near the crags. But the political negotiations were only half the reason for my visit. For months, Lord Frostwood had been dropping heavy hints about his long-lost biological daughter, Lyra. She was being presented across the provinces as the ideal future mate, a high-born Lycan heiress of pure blood, gentle temperament, and immaculate grace.

POV: LYRAThe silk of my sleeve felt smooth against my arm as I rested my hand gently on the stone railing of the terrace. From here, I had a clear view of the lower courtyard, where Lord Rowan stood near the armory talking with his elite guards. He was everything a pack heiress could desire in a future mate, commanding, enormously wealthy, and carrying an Alpha aura that forced every warrior in the vicinity to stand a little straighter.Yet, his eyes kept drifting toward the western archway. Toward her.I watched as Aria crossed the dirt path carrying a basket of dried herbs. She didn't look up, didn't attempt to catch his eye, and didn't even acknowledge his presence. But Rowan’s gaze tracked her every step until she vanished into the shadow of the apothecary wing. A prickle of cold unease trace down my spine, but I smoothed my facial expression instantly.I turned back toward the parlor, where Rowan was returning to join Gavin and Mother for tea. I forced a soft, bittersweet smile

POV: GAVINThe heavy leather-bound ledger on my desk remained open to the same page for nearly an hour. I couldn't focus on the winter supply numbers. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing the way Aria had looked at me in the hallway two days ago, calm, polite, and completely detached, as if I were nothing more than an imposing stranger managing her boarding house.It was driving me insane.I remembered the sister she used to be before the trial. She had been loud, fiercely affectionate, and unapologetically stubborn. When we were younger, she would follow me around the training grounds for hours, bugging me to teach her the high-grade sword forms until I gave in just to quiet her down. If I missed a meal, she would barge into my study with a plate of food, yelling at me for neglecting my health. She had been a constant, vibrant storm of energy in this house.Now, she moved through the halls like a shadow.I snapped the ledger shut, stood up from my desk, and marched down the wes

POV: GAVIN"I already did. I just haven't walked out yet."Her words echoed through my head like a relentless bell, haunting every corridor I walked down, every report I signed, and every conversation I had.I spent two full days trying to convince myself that she was simply being dramatic. It was a coping mechanism, that's what I told myself. She was angry about Coldspire, bitter about Lyra’s return, and hurt by Mother's distance. She was making extreme statements to punish me, to force the family to feel guilty, and eventually, once her anger burned out, she would return to normal. She would go back to being my sister.But as I sat across from her in the small reception parlor on the third afternoon, watching her calmly sip tea while I laid out the potential marriage terms, that delusion crumbled entirely."If we move forward with a formal match," I said, leaning forward and placing a heavy leather ledger on the low table between us, "the Frostwood pack will provide a substantial do

POV: VANCEThe high arched windows of the estate's sunlit gallery offered a sweeping view of the inner practice yards, but I had little interest in watching the guards perform their routine drills. My focus was entirely on the tall, dark-haired Alpha standing near the edge of the stone terrace.Lord Rowan was a man of immense influence and formidable power. The impending alliance between his southern crags and the Frostwood pack was meant to solidify our northern standing, with Lady Lyra naturally placed at the center of the negotiations. Yet over the past week, his attention had strayed dangerously toward the wrong sister.I adjusted the sleeves of my dark woolen coat and stepped onto the terrace, stopping a respectful distance beside him."A pleasant morning, Lord Rowan," I began smoothly, offering a low, practiced bow. "The clear skies should make for ideal riding conditions if you wish to inspect the valley borders today.""The air is crisp, Master Vance," Rowan replied, his voice