Alpha's Human Mate- His Weakness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

REKINDLED FIRETHE DUNGEONS,WEREKULT, HOURS BEFORE DAWN."Anna, Anna...are you awake" Lucian groaned as he strained his ears to pick any sound from the adjacent cell containing Anna."Mmmm, my head hurts" Anna groaned as she shook her head from drowsiness."Ohh, thank the gods you're awake little human" Lucian chuckled."Furry head" Anna retorted jovially.Lucian grinned as he rested his back on the brick wall separating his cell from Anna's."Where are we Lucian?I never expected your kingdom to be this dark, '' Anna inquired as she sat upright, staring blankly at the stone ceiling.Lucian laughed lightly at Anna's statement."This isn't an exact picture of Werekult alright.... we are in the dungeons, deep below the military barracks""Ohh, that figures...we are beneath ground" Anna said, sounding bemused."Yeah... that's what "deep below `` means'' dummy" Lucian quipped.Anna chuckled lightly and rose up, stretching her tired body as she yawned.She walked towards the door which was

BLEEDING HEARTSOUTSKIRTS OF GRENALIA, JUST BEFORE DAWN.Harold and his retinue of soldiers which included his pawn of a son Josef galloped on their horses at full speed towards the abode of the Secret Witch Cult AKA The Seven Sisters.As Harold rode on with his men in tow,his mind wandered over the events of the past week.He had killed the former High Marshall and was quickly appointed by the King to lead a war against the werewolves.He had failed to take into account the potential extraordinary ferocity of the werewolves.His fleet has been overpowered and utterly destroyed and he had been hunted on the barren rock of an island he had been marooned on.He only escaped being butchered by the Werewolves by the miraculous intervention of his men.Harold shuddered when he remembered how the Omega wolves ripped some members of the rescue party apart."My lord, we near the witches abode" one of his lieutenants riding beside him hollered to him over the wind rushing between them.Harold

ECSTASYEASTERN SHORES OF THE VALED SEA, BORDERS OF WEREKULT."Land ho!!" The lookout on Damon Silverclaw's flagship hollered over the salty wind that battered the sails of "Lycan's Wrath".The boatswain of the ship took cognizance of the lookout's report and began readying the ship for docking.Damon was below deck in his quarters, brooding quietly as a meal of roast turkey and Werekult brewed ale sat untouched on the table before him.Damon barely took notice of the female Beta wolf that walked into his cabin and greeted him."Hail Damon Silverclaw, Alpha Wolf of all Werekult" the Beta Wolf whose name was Shandel greeted Damon.Damon blinked his eyes and broke from his silent musings as he looked up and saw the fair skinned maiden standing by his door."Greetings daughter of Lycan, come in please" Damon gestured to a seat within his cabin.Shandel gave a gentle nod and strode over to the seat."You look worried, my Lord, what could trouble you so much as to make you leave your meal

CONSCIENCEAMAROK THE GREY'S ABODE, WEREKULT.The Werewolves in Damon Silverclaw's army that had been assigned to ferry the wounded to Amarok the Grey's abode for immediate care did so with all the speed afforded to them by their biology."Make haste, we're losing soldiers back here" the ship's surgeon that rode in the wagon with the werewolves carrying the wounded barked at the riders.The riders whipped their horses hard until they reached the very entrance to Amarok's abode and they brought the wagon to a screeching halt and they clambered down in haste to carry the wounded indoors while the Werewolf in charge, a Beta wolf ran inside to summon Amarok."Grey wolf, Amarok the Grey!Where the bloody hell are you!" The Beta wolf sergeant screamed as he stormed into the Chief Healer's compound."I'm back here" Amarok called out to the Beta wolf.The Beta wolf traced the source of Amarok's voice to the back of the building and walked anxiously to the backyard only to meet Amarok tending t

MAD EGOROYAL PALACE,GRENALIA, MORNING HOURSHarold Horeby traversed the length of the courtyard,engrossed deeply in thought as the morning wind blew gently across the open space,sending dead leaves racing across the courtyard in a haze of dust.Harold paid no attention to the servants greeting and bowing to him as he marched on steadily on the cobbled floor.He was reminiscing about his trip a few days back to the lair of the witches on the outskirts of Grenalia.His mind particularly focused on the declaration of the Sisters, telling him with malicious glee that they had secured a reasonable amount of Wolfsbane from Burnt Side Forest.... without his direct assistance.Harold grew nervous at how powerful and too independent the witches were becoming for his comfort and was having a dilemma as to how he would deal with them.Harold was still musing to himself when a hoarse voice called out to him from across the courtyard.It was Marcus, one of his most trusted and vicious warriors