Mated To The Alpha Alien のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ZIONs POV…My legs make long strides as I cross the bridge that leads to the underground cell of the Grand Arena. I nod my head at the two guards standing on each side of the threshold leading inside the cell. They cross their arm over their chests and bow their heads as they kneel before me. “Your respect has been gained,” I say emphatically as I come to a standstill in front of them. “When there is no one else around, you are no longer compelled to bend the knee. Ascend and proceed to protect the Arena with your life.”The guards stand tall, eyeing one another with their maces slamming against the hard ground. “The rite of passage to the afterlife comes to an end here.” They vocalize triumphantly in unison.A chant that has been vocalized for many earla years upon entering the Arena's cell. Nodding my head, I proceed to enter and make my way to where Thake and Thane are being imprisoned. “Well, well, well… If it isn't the Alpha King himself.” Thane chides with a scoff. “Have you co

ZIONs POV…“STOP!” Miya bellows with her voice echoing loudly through the cave.I come to a screeching standstill, huffing and puffing as I turn my head to the right and then the left. Focussing on the hissing sounds that are growing louder and louder by the second. I carefully set her down on the ground, making sure she's found her footing before I turn around and face the way we had just come.Confronting danger head-on in all its glorious pandemonium.“Oh my god,” her voice quivers with an underlay of panic and fear. She stands behind me, clutching my vest as if it were her lifeline. “There's so many of them,” she gulps on thin air.Looking through my duffel bag once again, I find another light stick and snap it against my thigh. I throw it forward and draw my whip sword from its sheath, curling my fingers around the leather handle until they turn a ghastly shade of white. My eyes widen as the light stick soars into the air, and I roll my shoulders back, bracing myself for what's c

ZIONs POV…While I take cover under a large tree, I press my back flush against the tree trunk with a vicious snarl escaping past my cold, trembling lips.As I exited the cave searching for some fire branches, a high-tech drone with heat sensory and a wide range of distance sensory was heading in my direction. I had to use my whip blade to cover my footprints through the thick snow, hoping they wouldn't be able to track me.The people of ODRION are different. They worship a God that doesn't exist, making their beliefs and rituals erratic and fatal without a real purpose. Pulling the hood of my fur coat over my head, I close my eyes, gripping my whip blade tightly, and I try to concentrate on the buzzing sound as it draws near. I swing my blade, blindly releasing the whip to my right, slicing the drone in half. It sparks as it lands on the snow, releasing a bright yellow light into the sky before it self-destructs.FUCK!!Suddenly, there is a violent ripple of cold winds encasing me as

MIYAs POV…As we reach the palace, I have tracked Zions' presence to. I come to a halt on the hilltop as I observe the Queen's Knights guarding the entry.“There are too many of them for us to take on alone,” Jaja whispers, gently setting Sofia down onto the snow. “We must wait for nightfall.”“No, this is the perfect time to see what I am capable of. I can feel the Light Oracles purified blood thrumming through my veins.” I turn to face Sofia, “forgive me, my friend.” “For what?” She asks with a scowl spreading across her face.“For this,” I gently place my hand on her head and will her to sleep.Upon opening my eyes, I catch a glimpse of Jaja lurching forward with wide eyes as he catches her sleeping body. “What the hell did you do to her?” He asks as he quickly examines her face and body, looking for any visible injuries.“I had to put her to sleep. She is a distraction to you, Jaja and we can not afford to fuck this up.” I whisper, “here, take this.” I remove my fur coat, not ne

MIYAs POV…I approach the Willow-like tree in the garden of wisdom, feeling drawn to it with a new outlook on life. I can't help but feel like it is familiar to me, and the more I think about it… I quickly recall my father owning a canvas that he used to hang up in our hut. It was painted by my mother when she awoke one morning with the desire to paint, and I recall the glittering leaves being my favorite aspect of her painting. I would sit on the cold, hard surface, imagining my mother creating the extraordinary piece.It must have been a chosen memory my ancestor passed down.A sense of needing to touch the tree consumes me, and I reach out, placing my palm on the aged trunk. Gasping with surprise, I watch wide-eyed as I turn the leaves that resemble glowing butterflies into gold. Removing my hand, I take three steps back, glancing upwards to get a proper look at the tree in all her splendor.“But how?…" I whisper to myself.“Your energy is spectacular, Blessed One.” The Light Oracl