The Maid Who Stole My Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

(Daciana POV)Rudina’s crown floated toward Otsana through the silver fire, and every wolf on the moon field watched my sister become a sacrifice.I grabbed for the crown, but moonlight burned my hands before my fingers could close around the silver branches.Otsana stood inside the rising light with tears on her face, yet her mouth held the first peaceful smile I had ever seen there.That smile frightened me more than her hatred.Hatred had claws, I understood.Peace looked too much like goodbye.“No,” I said, forcing my feet forward while the moon circle cut into my skin like invisible teeth.Otsana shook her head slowly, and the silver light around her body answered every movement like it was already measuring her death.“You heard the moon,” she said, her voice steady only because pain had swallowed every softer sound.“It accepted me.”“I do not care what it accepted,” I answered, dragging one bleeding hand through the barrier between us.The moon pushed me back.The crown floate

(Daciana POV)The hidden red-gold thread reached from Bardolph’s heart toward my crown, and the moon circle trembled like it had swallowed poison.Bardolph screamed once, not loudly, but deeply enough that every wolf heard the sound of a bloodline being opened.I felt the thread touch the edge of Rudina’s crown, and cold fear spread through me before pain fully arrived.Adolphus stood beyond the circle, smiling through blood smoke, looking less like a man and more like a wound wearing skin.“Did you think Bardolph’s bond was the oldest chain touching you?” he asked, his golden eye burning with patient cruelty.Conri slammed his sword against the barrier again, but the moon threw him back so hard that several Northridge wolves cried out.Otsana Blackmoon clutched my arm, her silver crown mark blazing while her blood feather mark fought to answer Adolphus’s call.Ashina sobbed with both hands around her stomach because Maelor’s heartbeat had begun echoing with the hidden thread beneath

(Daciana POV)The dead midwife held the silver and black birth ribbons in her palm, and the whole moon field seemed to stop breathing.One ribbon had been tied around a daughter meant for moonlight and the other around a daughter meant to disappear inside the shadow.I stared at them, feeling Rudina’s crown burn against my head as if it recognized the lie before my heart could bear it.Otsana Blackmoon stood beside me, her silver crown mark glowing under torn cloth, while her face emptied of every cruel defense she had built.The question came without needing words.Which one of us was born first?The crown’s broken halves trembled between us, no longer asking only for sacrifice but waiting for blood order to reveal ownership.Adolphus smiled as if this were the moment he had loved most, the moment where sisterhood could be split by a ribbon.“Birth decides many things,” he said, his golden eye shining with old satisfaction.“Mercy can be argued; love can be imagined, but the first cry

(Daciana POV)Otsana’s mercy awakens a power no one expected, but the unborn child begins reaching for it before anyone understands the danger.)The gold light from Otsana’s crown mark spread across the moon field, and every shadow seemed to kneel before it reluctantly.For one breath, my sister looked less like Adolphus’s weapon and more like the hidden daughter Rudina had buried inside hope.Her wrist burned gold beneath torn cloth, her mismatched eyes shone with tears, and the Blood Feather mark on her throat faded slightly.The divided crown above us stopped screaming and began humming, low and deep, like old power remembering another language besides hunger.The servants bowed first, not because the mark commanded them, but because many had remembered the hooded girl who saved them.Then the Northridge nobles began kneeling.Not slowly.Not carefully.Eagerly.That was when fear entered the miracle.Lady Selvine dropped to one knee before Otsana Blackmoon, her face bright with th

(Daciana POV)Standing beneath the divided crown while an unborn child speaks through Ashina and tries to turn one sister into another's throne.Maelor’s command hung above the moon field in black fire, and every wolf stared at me as if my hands already held my sister’s fate.Otsana remained on her knees before Ashina’s stomach, shaking beneath the force dragging her gold mark toward the unborn child’s will.Ashina sobbed helplessly, both hands pressed against her mouth now, as if she could trap Maelor’s voice before it ruined everything left inside her.The divided crown hovered between Otsana and me, half silver, half shadowed red, waiting for my hands to obey the child’s order.Adolphus stood beyond the circle with patient delight, watching me like a man who had finally made mercy look like surrender.The dead midwife lifted the silver and black birth ribbons, and both burned without turning to ash, as if old lies still wanted witnesses.Conri stepped toward the barrier, his face h