RITUAL MATE GAMES: FATED ENEMIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Author PovAfter an all eventful journey, they arrived back at Silver Moon Pack. Everyone was seated in the living room, when the Wizard arrived.He dropped a piece of cloth on the ground, leaving everyone looking at him with questioning eyes.“That is the cloth of Willow’s child.” “What!” Everyone echoed.“Willow has a child?” Aliaria asked in disbelief.“I had to make several enquiry and my findings lead me to believe that the only reason Rudolph Oaster isn’t dead is because Willow made him a slave and through him is able to procreate.” The wizard explained.“Why do we need that information?” Kaidon asked.“Because Willow thinks that she cannot touch your child and so she has to make her child very powerful too.” The wizard replied.He walked to the couch and sat down, while everyone listened.“So to start with, Willow’s child happen to be a stronger werewolf and from the careful study of that boy, considering he is born by both werewolf and of course Willow who happened to have be

Author Pov“The demon king of the underworld, Seth is considered by many to be the ruler and commander of all demons that ever exist. He is the reason why witches existed and the sole god that they worship.” The wizard explained.“So if he is back, how dangerous can he be?” Dawson asked.“He is more dangerous than you can ever imagine and I can say this with my whole heart; Seth is here for doom” The Wizard replied.“The Wizard is right, we cannot underestimate the demon king, that would be a catastrophe to us all. And I fear that Willow is behind this unceremonial alliance with him” Aliaria spoke“Oh and there is one more thing” Everyone turned to the wizard waiting for him to speak “It is not a coincidence that he has chosen this moment to return back to the wolf kingdom. Seth according to the traditions of the old magic is the father of Lucifer, the morning star” He explained and once again there is tension in the room.“If Lucifer is the morning star, and Seth is the demon King

Preparations for the ritual began the moment the sun rose over Moonfall’s stone walls. The entire pack moved with a focused energy, setting the grounds, laying the offerings, and weaving the ceremonial threads that would bind two packs in sacred union.Aliaria moved through it all like a ghost.She gave orders. She oversaw arrangements. She consulted the Sages.But she did not feel any of it.Every breath was a battle to stay present, to keep from drowning in the weight of what had been revealed.Kai shadowed her steps at first. His attempts to speak to her came like carefully chosen offerings, as though if he just said the right thing, it would undo the chasm that had split open between them.But Aria met each attempt with stone.When he approached her near the ritual altar, his voice low and pleading, she cut him off with a single, measured glance.When he waited outside the strategy hall, his scent thick with regret, she walked past him without a word.When he cornered her in the a

The days that followed the failed ritual passed in a relentless blur.Aria buried herself in routine. In duty. In the endless grind of preparing the warriors and strengthening the pack’s defenses. She silenced the ache in her chest with the clang of weapons, the crack of bone against training mats, the sharp commands that left no room for softness.It was easier this way.Easier to disappear inside the discipline, to pretend that the hollow inside her was a chosen thing.The courtyard became her refuge. The warriors, her distraction.She pushed them harder than ever—relentless drills, back-to-back sparring, no allowances for exhaustion or hesitation. She fought alongside them until her arms trembled, until sweat soaked through her tunic, until the fire in her muscles drowned out the one she couldn’t smother in her heart.“Again,” she barked as a pair of young wolves stumbled through a defensive maneuver.One of them—Liam—winced, chest heaving. “Alpha, we’ve run this formation a dozen

The clash of steel and the snarl of wolves filled the valley, a deafening symphony of war that shook the ground beneath their feet.Aria fought at the front, her blade a streak of silver as she cut through Kieran’s advancing wolves. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and churned earth. All around her, the warriors of Moonfall and Blackwood collided with Kieran’s forces, their howls reverberating through the cliffs like the echoes of ancient gods.And at her side—always at her side—was Kaidon.Their movements were not planned, not rehearsed, but somehow, they found each other in the fray again and again, as though their bodies remembered what their hearts had long refused to acknowledge.Kaidon swept low, knocking an enemy’s legs from beneath him with a brutal swipe of his claws. Aria stepped in without hesitation, her blade flashing down in a clean arc that severed the wolf’s throat before he could rise.They moved like that—strike, counter, finish. A rhythm neither of