Alpha Alexander のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Serena slowly opened her eyes, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on every bone in her body. The eerie silence of the chamber felt heavier than usual, thick with unspoken tension. Her lips were dry, her limbs weak, but her mind was clear — unusually clear. She sat up, bracing herself against the stone wall as the memory of her conversation in the dark realm came rushing back.And then she saw her — Solmyra, standing just a few steps away, dressed in a flowing robe that shimmered like smoke and starlight. Her silver-white hair was no longer dull and dry. It had darkened slightly, glistening like newly spun silk, and her face, once creased and lined by time, looked strikingly youthful. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural vibrancy, like someone who had just drunk from the fountain of youth.Serena’s heart clenched with realization. “You’re after my youth,” she said, her voice hoarse but steady.Solmyra's lips curled into a knowing smile. “You’re intelligent,” she said with something al

The waves crashed gently against the rocky shoreline as the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp settled quietly on the edge of the mysterious island. The sea air carried with it not only the tang of salt, but also the weight of many unsaid things. Fires crackled softly throughout the camp where soldiers and travelers alike rested, but not all found comfort in sleep.Valerian stepped away from the gathered circle of warriors and witches, his eyes scanning the horizon. He was a man of secrets and survival, but even he knew when to step aside. With a nod toward the older man sitting near the fire, he said quietly, “Talk to him. He’s your family now, whether either of you wanted it or not.”With that, he walked off, leaving Serena’s father and Alexandro in the hush of flickering light and long-overdue conversation.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn’t one of hostility, but of hesitation. They were two men bound by a single wo

Serena sat in the cold, stone chamber, her limbs heavy, her breath shallow, her eyes fixed on the jagged cracks that ran across the ceiling like veins of some ancient beast. Her wrists bore the marks of the silver cuffs that had held her for too long, and though the metal was now gone, its poison lingered in her blood. She felt empty, distant from herself. Her connection to her wolf, Nene, had been severed by Solmyra’s spell. Her body felt dull, her senses numbed, and her spirit crushed under the weight of despair. The shadows flickered across the chamber walls, cast by torches that never seemed to burn out, and the scent of herbs and old magic filled the stale air.Her once vibrant hair clung to her damp forehead. Dirt streaked her cheeks, her dress was torn at the sleeves and hem, and her once-proud figure now slumped, weary and frail. She had spent the last few days—or perhaps it had been weeks; time was an illusion here—trying to understand the spell that held her captive. But eve

The chamber was dimly lit, a harsh glow of bluish flame flickering against the cold stone walls. The air was thick with damp and the metallic tang of silver. Chains clinked and groaned as Alexandro was dragged inside by two cloaked figures. His body ached, not from the long journey or the ambush that caught him off guard, but from the silver that now bound him. It wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, even across his chest—an intricate pattern designed to weaken, suppress, and humiliate. It was not just a physical restraint; it was a declaration that his power meant nothing here.They threw him onto the hard floor in front of a raised dais where Serena had been chained for what felt like eternity. The sight of her nearly stole the last breath in his lungs.Serena.She looked like a ghost of herself. Her hair, once silky and vibrant, was tangled and dulled. Her face, normally radiant with fire and strength, now appeared pale, hollow. Her shoulders sagged with the weight of exhaustion,

Solmyra had never feared anyone—not gods, not kings, not creatures born of shadow or sea. She had drained armies of their magic, bent centuries to her will, and prolonged her existence beyond mortal time. But at this moment, suspended in the air by a force that defied every ancient law she knew, she was afraid. Her feet dangled helplessly, silver-lined fingers clawing at an invisible grip clamped around her throat. Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting.Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.“You wanted to steal from me,” Serena’s voice echoed, distorte