Alpha Alexander のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

The eastern shores were nothing like the lands Alexandro was used to. The skies here always looked darker, the waters restless, as though the ocean itself was hiding secrets beneath its violent waves. The jagged cliffs and thick fog that rolled over the waters gave no welcome. The region had long been uncharted, unclaimed by any kingdom, spoken of only in whispers and half-truths. Pirates, exiled mages, and sea-born monsters were said to roam these parts freely. For Alexandro, it was both unfamiliar and unwelcoming—but it was here that he would find Serena.They had docked at a small port days earlier, and since then, Alexandro and his allies had been trying to find their next course of action. Valerian stood beside him, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes narrowed at the storm-clouded horizon. The two men had not spoken much since Serena’s message reached Alexandro’s mind, but they shared a silent understanding now. Whatever tension or rivalry that had once defined their relation

The air inside the fortress was colder than usual, damp with the scent of burning herbs and ancient stone. Serena had lost count of the days. The way time dragged inside the dungeon made it hard to know if it was morning or night. But today was different. She sensed it the moment they dragged her from her cell—something was coming.Two guards clad in black leather and silver-threaded robes gripped her arms as they pulled her through the shadowed corridor. Their boots echoed heavily against the stone floor. Serena didn’t resist. Her body was too weak, her limbs too heavy. Whatever strength she had gathered was ebbing away like a dying tide.But it wasn’t just the chains or the exhaustion. Something else was wrong. Her wolf, Nene, had gone quiet. The connection—faint but persistent—was slipping.They were dampening her bond.She was taken through winding halls and stairwells, upward to a part of the fortress she hadn’t seen before. Carved runes glowed faintly on the walls, whispering st

The shore was calm, deceptively so, considering what stood before them. The island loomed, ringed by jagged cliffs and thick with unnatural mist that never lifted. In the center of it all stood the glowing wall—an invisible yet shimmering veil of ancient magic that neither blade nor claw could pierce. Alexandro stood with his hand pressed against it, his palm tingling with cold energy that didn’t belong to this world. It had taken them days to reach this place, led by fragments of clues, flickers of Serena’s voice in his head, and Valerian’s whispered intelligence. But now, they had arrived at a place where will alone was no longer enough.The others stood a few steps behind him. Kiara, arms folded, eyes scanning the unnatural curvature of the glowing barrier. Jacob and Edward paced back and forth, exchanging theories in hushed voices. Nivera, who had remained quiet for most of the journey, now stood by a fallen boulder, staring into the strange wall as if it might blink back at her.

The night sky stretched endlessly above the ocean, moonlight dancing on the restless waves like whispers of old gods. The ship anchored at the edge of an unfamiliar land, and Alexandro stood alone by the shore, his boots buried deep in the wet sand, the tide licking at his feet. Behind him, his soldiers rested, unaware that sleep would not come to their Alpha tonight. The others had tried to speak with him earlier—Valerian, Jacob, Kiara—but none of them could reach the part of him that now ached with longing, with fear, with hope.He gazed at the silver moon above—the same moon Serena often stared at during quiet nights in the palace, the same moon that ruled the tides and the wolves, the same goddess who had chosen to bind their fates together. He closed his eyes and let the sea breeze fill his lungs, carrying her name in a silent prayer."Moon Goddess," he whispered into the night, "bring me to her. Just once. Let me hear her voice again. Let her know I’m here. I’ve searched every wa

The darkness lingered like a second skin. Serena stood motionless in that void, suspended between thoughts and memories, between who she was and who she might become. Her body slept far away, shackled by silver and spellwork, but her soul drifted freely within this strange, ethereal plane. It wasn’t the first time she’d found herself here—but this time was different. She was no longer screaming or flailing. She was thinking.Solmyra.The name echoed like a curse in her mind. That woman—if she could be called that—held power beyond reckoning. Serena had seen it. Felt it. The way the very walls bowed to her will, the way she bent Maeron with a glance, and how even the air around her shimmered like it feared her wrath. She had strength, age, cunning. Her magic was old, deeply rooted in some forgotten source, maybe even older than the Moon Goddess herself.So what could she possibly want from Serena?At first, Serena had thought it was her wolf. The ancient bloodline, the gift of the Moon