My Second Mate Is Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Caitlyn’s POVThe Moonborn Ruins were not what I expected.I had imagined crumbling stone walls, vines reclaiming ancient structures, a place long forgotten by time. But what lay before me was something else entirely. The ruins still stood, eerily intact, their stone foundations gleaming under the silver moonlight. The air hummed with power, charged with something ancient and restless, as if the past itself had been preserved here, waiting for someone to unravel its secrets.The Elders had sent me here alone, saying that my final trial awaited within these walls. A trial that would determine if I was truly worthy of my bloodline. I had passed their first test. I had survived the visions of my parents, learned of the traitor in my midst. But now, as I stepped onto the sacred ground, I knew this was different.This was not a lesson. This was a battle.The wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers in a language I didn’t understand. The sound made my skin prickle, and my wolf, Lily

Caitlyn's POVThe night was a blur of blood and fire. Smoke thickened the air, stinging my eyes, burning my throat. My legs ached from running, but I couldn’t stop—not when death chased us through the trees, not when the scent of burning wood and spilled blood still clung to my skin.Raymond’s grip on my wrist was tight, nearly bruising, as he pulled me forward. Kane was on my other side, his breaths ragged, his steps faltering. In my arms, Jane whimpered, her tiny body burning with fever, her skin unnaturally pale.Behind us, the battlefield raged.Snarls and roars echoed through the trees. The clash of steel, the sickening crunch of bones breaking. The Silver Moon warriors were fighting, but the Abyssal Order was relentless. The Order wasn’t here for the pack. They were here for me.We ran.Branches clawed at my skin as we tore through the thick forest, the terrain uneven beneath our feet. Every step sent pain jolti

Caitlyn's POVI ran. Faster than I ever had before, faster than my legs should have allowed.The cold night air whipped against my face, burning my lungs, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.The scent of blood and burning wood filled my senses, guiding me through the thick trees. The path Raymond had left behind was easy to follow—shredded earth, broken branches, claw marks embedded deep into the trees. He wasn’t just running. He was escaping.And I was running straight into the unknown.Selene’s warning whispered through my mind like a ghost.If he cannot control himself, you will have to be the one to end it.No. I refused to believe that.I wasn’t going to lose him.Not after everything.The trees suddenly broke into a clearing, and my stomach twisted at the sight before me.Raymond stood in the center, his body half-shifted. His chest heaved with every breath, his han

Third-Person POVThe air in the great hall was thick with tension.It pressed down like a storm waiting to break, heavy with mistrust and unspoken grudges.The last of the werewolf factions had finally gathered, their leaders standing in a rough circle around the war table. The Silver Moon Pack, the Bloodfang Clan, the Crimson Howl, and what little remained of the Hollow Fang—all forced under one roof not by unity, but by desperation.Torches lined the stone walls, their flickering flames casting sharp shadows over wary faces. The scent of unease tainted the air. Some of the wolves exchanged sharp glances, low growls rumbling in their chests, their instincts demanding dominance. Old rivalries burned beneath the surface, waiting for a single spark to set them ablaze.At the head of the table, Caitlyn stood tall, her expression unreadable.But inside?She was seething.Every second wasted in this meeting was another second

Caitlyn’s POVThe night screamed with shadow.The sky above was endless black, no stars, no moon, just an eerie, suffocating darkness stretching as far as the eye could see. The wind howled, cold and sharp, carrying the scent of decay—thick, cloying, unnatural. It clung to my skin, to my clothes, making my wolf restless, uneasy.The land itself felt different. The air had shifted, heavy with something unseen, something wrong. The kind of wrong that sent shivers down your spine, that made the hairs on your arms stand on end. It was more than just the cold. It was something else—something dark lurking just beyond the edge of sight.A scream.Not human. Not wolf.A sound so unnatural it made my blood run cold.It came from the trees.And then—they came.Twisted creatures, pouring from the shadows like ink spilling across the battlefield. Their forms shifted between flesh and smoke, bodies distorting