THEIR REJECTED DAUGHTER WAS THE LOST HEIRESS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

POV: KAELENI sat alone at the long wooden table in my private room, looking at the faded painting of the royal infant.The morning light coming through the high stone window fell directly across the canvas. Beside the painting lay the small piece of worn cloth I had taken from Aria’s bedroom box. I looked back and forth between the two items, my eyes searching every thread.The symbol woven into the corner of both fabrics was identical. It was a crescent moon wrapped around a sharp silver sword. This was not a common design used by local weavers or village packs. It was the private crest of the High Royal Sovereign House, the exact mark placed on the garments of royal children born nineteen years ago.My hands trembled slightly as I traced the edge of the cloth.However, as a royal Heir, I knew I had to be careful. A piece of fabric was strong evidence, but it was not absolute legal proof. In a council of the Pack, people could argue that the cloth had been bought, stolen, or traded

POV: ARIAI sat bolt upright in my bed, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.The single word was still echoing in my mind, Run, sounding less like a quiet thought and more like a sharp, urgent command from a dormant power waking deep inside my blood.The room was freezing. A sudden, sharp gust of night air swept across my small chamber, rustling the plain linen curtains near the stone wall.I turned my head toward the narrow window.When I had gone to sleep hours ago, I had securely fastened the heavy iron latch against the autumn wind. Now, the wooden shutter hung wide open, swinging back and forth on its creaking hinges.I threw off my wool blanket, stepped onto the cold stone floor, and slowly walked toward the window. My hand reached out to grasp the iron latch, my eyes darting across the sill.Nothing in my small room appeared disturbed. My small canvas bag sat undisturbed at the foot of my bed, and my spare tunic remained neatly folded on the wooden chair. But as I leaned

POV: GAVINThe heavy oak doors of the grand hall were locked, but the tension inside felt sharp enough to cut through solid stone.I stood at the head of the long wooden table, my hands resting heavily on the dark polished wood. The news from the blacksmith’s shop in the village had reached me less than an hour ago. A former head servant had returned, only to be struck down by a masked assassin before he could give a full statement to Lord Rowan.And the last words the witness had spoken before losing consciousness kept repeating inside my mind like a dark drumbeat: It was someone inside the family.My stomach churned with a cold, sickening fear. I looked across the long table at the people sitting before me, my blood, my pack leadership, the inner circle I had spent my entire life trusting without question."A witness was attacked in the village today," I began, keeping my voice low and dark. I intentionally left out Vane’s name and the specific detail about the silver Frostwood sign

POV: ARIAMaster Stefan rushed into the sitting room with his leather medicine kit in hand, his face pale with worry. Within minutes, two guards carried Luna Elena to her bed, laying her gently beneath the heavy blankets.She remained completely still, her skin gray and her breathing shallow. The room was silent except for the faint sound of autumn rain outside.Gavin barged through the door a moment later, his heavy boots echoing on the stone floor. He took one look at his mother’s limp form, and his face twisted with intense emotion."What happened in here?" Gavin demanded, his voice strained as he glared at Rowan, Kaelen, and me. "Master Stefan said she collapsed while you were questioning her! What did she say to you?""She was looking at the security log, Gavin," Rowan answered calmly, stepping between Gavin and the bed. "We asked her who had access to her private seal key two years ago."Gavin’s chest heaved. "And what did she say?""Before she passed out," Kaelen added softly,

POV: ARIAThe smell of dried thyme and ancient wood always lingered in the quietest corners of the Frostwood estate, but nowhere was it thicker than in the old apothecary storehouse beneath the west wing.Before my imprisonment, back when I was still treated as a daughter of this house, I used to help Master Stefan organize the stone jars and clear away the dust from the high wooden shelves. I knew the layout of that room better than almost anyone.While Gavin, Vance, and the elders argued upstairs about guards and security logs, I walked into the apothecary wing where Master Stefan was carefully sorting through his old leather-bound ledgers."Stefan," I said softly, closing the heavy oak door behind me to keep out the noise of the hallway.The old healer looked up from his desk, his wire-rimmed glasses slipping slightly down his nose. "Aria. You should not be down here. Alpha Gavin has guards posted at every entrance.""The guards know better than to block Lord Rowan’s path," I repli