The Lycan 's King Forsaken Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lilith’s POVSmoke still curled from the ruins of the battleground. My kingdom—my legacy—reduced to ash and echoes.Azrael was dead.Kael was gone.And Rhea—my precious key to the ancient power—had awakened her gift.I stood at the edge of the blackened forest, my fingers curled around the remnants of a scorched rose. It had once bloomed in my private garden. Now it crumbled beneath my touch."You failed me," I said quietly.The Nightbound knelt behind me, broken, burned, fewer than half of what I had commanded. Their silence was answer enough.I turned to them.“Do you think death scares me?” I asked, my voice velvet-wrapped steel. “Do you think losing Kael makes me weaker?”No one moved.No one dared.I stepped into the circle, and the shadows moved with me.“I don’t fear loss,” I whispered, eyes glowing violet. “Loss fuels me. It sharpens the blade.”I raised my hand—and in one swift motion, I ripped the soul from the closest Nightbound, his body collapsing like an empty shell.The

Damon’s POVThe fire hadn’t died down.It lived in my blood now—twisting, scorching, branding every breath with rage.But it wasn’t the flames on the battlefield that haunted me.It was Rhea.The way her wings tore through her skin like they’d been there all along. The silver runes dancing along her arms, matching the ancient symbols carved into the MoonStone vaults. She wasn’t just powerful, she was becoming something else. Something even the Eclipse Coven feared.And I didn’t know whether to bow… or run.She hadn’t spoken since Liliana disappeared. Not a word. Not even to me.We traveled through the woods in silence, dragging our wounds with us. The boy we’d saved "Aurelian" kept close, his small hand clutching the pendant I’d given him. Kael’s pendant.A mistake.But now wasn’t the time for second thoughts.The deeper we pushed into the forest, the more I felt the air tighten, like the world itself held its breath. The trees whispered things I couldn’t understand. Shadows moved lik

Damon’s POVLilith’s scream still echoed in my bones.It wasn’t pain.It was delight.She’d planned this.Even as the fire consumed her body, her eyes were locked on Rhea—not with fear, but with triumph. And Kael… that bastard had disappeared right before our blades could touch his throat.The Eclipse Coven didn’t fall.It retreated like venom sinking back into the fang, waiting for the next strike.I stood in the smoking ruins of the northern wall, blood staining my armor, ash falling like snow. All around me were the broken bodies of witches and warriors, the ground soaked with sacrifice.We’d won the battle.But we hadn’t won the war.Rhea stood alone in the aftermath, her wings dimming, her hands trembling. Not from fear—she was far beyond that now, but from fury. Her power hummed in the air, wild and volatile.She looked like vengeance.And she was mine.I approached her slowly. “It was a trap.”“I know,” she whispered. “She let me kill her.”“She knew it would burn you.”“I don’

Damon’s POVThe first blow came like thunder.Rhea’s scream tore through the battlefield as Kael launched a spear of void-magic straight at her. I moved before I could think, intercepting it mid-air with my blade. The impact knocked me back, my body skidding across gravel and blood-soaked soil.But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t stop.This was the war I was born for.Behind me, the howls of our warriors rose into the night, answering the ancient call of vengeance. The Blue Storm Lycan Kingdom surged forward—fangs bared, claws gleaming, rage boiling over centuries of betrayal.Kael stood at the heart of the chaos, cloaked in dark power, his corrupted pack shielding him like rabid dogs.He grinned when he saw me rise.“Still breathing, brother?”“I won’t stop until your heart’s in my hand.”He laughed. “You’ll have to find it first.”Then the world exploded.---The battlefield was a storm of blades and teeth. Lycan against Lycan. Magic against will. Old alliances shattered under the pressur

Damon’s POVThe wind carried the scent of steel and sanctified blood.I stood atop the watchtower, eyes fixed on the horizon. The Crimson Order came like a storm. Crimson banners, golden armor, and their twisted symbol—two swords piercing a wolf's skull—fluttering like a warning from the gods.They hadn’t set foot outside their sacred mountains in decades. But now they marched toward my kingdom, declaring me an abomination and Rhea a dark queen reborn.Liars.Hypocrites.Fools.“We don’t have enough time to fortify the eastern wall,” Thorne said beside me, his brows furrowed. “And if their high priests lead the charge, we’re facing more than blades. They’ll use holy fire.”“I’ve seen that fire burn through Lycan bone,” I muttered. “It won’t spare anyone.”“We need to send the boy away,” Thorne added. “And her, Damon. She’s unstable. The power in her—it’s not what it used to be. It’s... darker.”I grabbed Thorne by the throat and slammed him into the stone wall before he could finish t