The Alpha’s Forgotten Daughter; The Luna They Threw Away のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Caelan’s POVI remained in my office after Elowen left. The door was still closed. I stared at it longer than I meant to. She had stood on the other side of it only seconds ago, asking me to find her a mate as calmly as if she had asked me to arrange a doctor’s appointment.A mate. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my forehead. It didn’t make sense. Elowen had barely been home for weeks. She had spent two years in Blackstone.She was still adjusting to the estate, still sleeping badly, still flinching whenever someone moved too quickly around her. And now she wanted to leave the pack.With a mate. I shook my head.“This is ridiculous.”The words sounded weak even to me. I looked toward the door again. There had been a time when Elowen never knocked. She would simply push the door open and walk in.Caelan, are you busy?Caelan, I need money.Caelan, Mother said I could take the horse.Caelan, I broke something.Caelan, don’t be angry.She used to sit in that same chair and tell me e

Elowen’s POVThe family meeting was supposed to last ten minutes but it lasted for like an hour.I sat at the far end of the sitting room while Caelan, Mother, Seraphine, and two household advisers discussed Mother’s recovery.I wasn’t there because anyone needed my opinion. I was there because Caelan had asked me to stay.“Mother’s walking twice a day now,” Seraphine said, looking through the physician’s notes. “The physician thinks we can increase it gradually.”Mother smiled, “I already told him I can walk farther.”“You said that yesterday,” Caelan replied.“And I was right.”Caelan laughed. Seraphine shook her head.“You’ll exhaust yourself if you keep trying to prove everyone wrong.”“I wonder where you learned that stubbornness,” Caelan said.Mother gave him a look, “Don’t start.”Everyone laughed.I smiled faintly and lowered my gaze. The conversation continued. Seraphine had arranged Mother’s appointments, meals, medication, and walking schedule. She knew everything now. The

Kaelith’s POVI heard about Elowen’s request from Caelan. We were in his office discussing the alliance when he mentioned it almost casually.“She asked me to help her find a mate.”I looked up from the document in my hand.“A mate?”Caelan nodded.“She wants to leave the estate after your mother recovers.”I set the document down, “She intends to leave the Veyra Pack?”“She hasn’t decided where she’ll go.”“And she asked you to find her someone?”“Yes.”I leaned back in my chair.That was unexpected. Not because a woman wanted a mate. That was hardly unusual. It was the timing. Elowen had spent most of my visit avoiding attention. She had never approached me privately. She had never tried to speak to me about Seraphine. She had never asked what I thought of the alliance.Not once. If she had wanted to interfere with Seraphine’s position, she had been given several opportunities. She hadn’t taken any of them.“Did she mention why?” I asked.Caelan hesitated.“She said she wants a life

Elowen’s POVI was carrying a cup of tea to Mother when I heard Seraphine cry out. The cup nearly slipped from my hand.“Elowen?”I stopped outside the sitting room. Caelan was already moving toward Seraphine.“What happened?”“I don’t know.”Seraphine’s voice trembled. I stepped inside. She was standing beside the table, one hand pressed against her chest. Her eyes were fixed on the open drawer beneath the cabinet.“What is it?” Caelan asked.Seraphine shook her head, “My necklace.”“What necklace?”“The one Mother gave me.”Caelan’s expression changed.“The sapphire one?”She nodded, “It was here this morning.”Draven entered from the adjoining room.“What happened?”Seraphine looked at him, “I can’t find it.”Draven immediately turned toward the servants.“Who has been in here?”Nobody answered. Seraphine wiped beneath one eye.“I don’t want anyone blamed.”Draven’s gaze hardened.“That’s not what I asked.”A servant stepped forward.“Lady Seraphine was here after breakfast. Lady E

Evander’s POVThe file was still on my desk when the royal archivist entered.“You’re still working on the Veyra records?”I didn’t look up “Yes.”He placed another stack of documents beside me.“Those are the older transfer logs you requested.”“Leave them.”He hesitated.“Your Highness, may I ask why?”I finally looked at him.“No.”He understood the dismissal and left. I waited until the door closed before pulling the first file toward me.Elowen Veyra. Twenty-two years old. Adopted into the Veyra family as a child. That was what the official record said. The problem was that the official record didn’t say enough.I opened the first document again.Temporary Guardianship Transfer — March 11.I looked at the next page.Veyra Family Adoption Registration — March 18.Seven days. Seven days between temporary guardianship and formal adoption. Seven days that had never been explained. I checked the margin notes. Nothing. I opened the transfer log.The Veyra family had entered royal terr