บททั้งหมดของ Replaced: The Lost Lycan Princess: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

The boot slammed into my ribs, and I tasted blood."Look at her," a coarse voice rasped above me. "The fallen princess of the Caspian family. Still keeping her mouth shut?"I curled tighter against the cold stone floor of the Blackwood labor quarry, barely breathing through the pain.I could have told them the truth.I could have told them I never sabotaged the Crestmark border defense array.But I had learned a long time ago that silence was the only thing keeping my family’s secret buried.Another kick landed against my side.Pain exploded through me, sharp and blinding. Instinctively, I clawed inside myself, reaching for the white wolf that used to howl in my blood…the prideful beast that once made me the Caspian family's standard-bearer.Nothing. Only a vast, terrifying silence.My wolf had gone dormant eight months ago, broken under the weight of constant silver-lined beatings and solitary confinement. She wouldn't wake up to save me now.She was as dead as my belief in family."

Instead of going straight to the small guest room, my feet moved on their own, carrying me down the quiet hallway toward the glasshouse in the east wing.This was the private herb room Mother and I had built together when I was ten.It had been our place.Whenever her illness flared up, we would spend hours here making natural tea remedies and tending to her favorite plants. Mother had taught me which leaves eased her headaches, which flowers helped her sleep, and how to recognize when her breathing was about to worsen.Some of my happiest memories of her lived inside these walls.I had lost my bedroom without much thought. That room had only been a room.But this place was different. This was where I had been a daughter.A small, foolish part of me hoped that after everything else had been taken from me, this one sanctuary had remained untouched.I gently pushed the wooden doors open.The soothing scent of crushed lavender and wet soil was completely gone. Instead, the sharp smell of

"I asked you a question, Elora," Damon spat, taking a heavy step toward me. "Or did two years surrounded by scum ruin your ability to speak?"I looked at him, really looked at him.Years ago, Damon Cross was the boy who bought me sweet chestnuts in the market during winter. He was the boy who swore he would always protect me if I ever felt afraid. Now, looking into his hazel eyes, I saw only disgust and absolute, unwavering hatred."I am carrying candleholders because I was given work to do," I said, my voice completely flat. "Nothing more.""Don't lie to me!" Damon growled, his knuckles turning white where his hand rested on his sword hilt. "You think I don't know how your mind works? You want Dorian to see you covered in dirt. You want Madam Evangeline to feel guilty for leaving you in Blackwood! You are trying to ruin Sienna's big day by parading yourself around like a victim!"A low, tired breath escaped my lips."I don't care about the banquet, Damon," I said softly. "I don't car