My Second Mate Is Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Caitlyn’s POVThe Blood Moon was rising, its crimson glow covering the ruined city of Eldoria in an eerie light. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of burning incense and old blood. Dark energy pulsed from the stone walls of the Abyssal Order’s stronghold, humming like a heartbeat beneath my feet. Every part of me screamed to turn back, to run.But I couldn’t. Not when Kane was here. Not when time was slipping away.I moved through the ancient corridors like a shadow, my heart pounding in time with the distant chanting echoing through the halls. The deeper I went, the colder the air became. The abyssal magic wrapped around me like unseen chains, squeezing the breath from my lungs. Strange sigils glowed on the walls, pulsing with a power that whispered of ruin and corruption.Then, without warning, the ground shifted beneath me.A trap.Dark tendrils shot up from the floor, wrapping around my arms and legs before I coul

Caitlyn’s POVThe battlefield was hell.The Abyss Wolf, though incomplete, loomed over the ruins of Eldoria, its body shifting between shadow and form. Its tendrils spread like skeletal fingers, reaching, consuming, devouring everything in their path. I watched in horror as warriors—our warriors—were pulled screaming into the void, their bodies unraveling as the Abyss drained them of life.The air crackled with dark energy, thick and suffocating. My wolf growled inside me, but even she trembled against the force before us. This wasn’t just a monster. It was the nightmare. The thing our ancestors had tried to bury in legend.And now, it was here.And it was hungry.Raymond stood beside me, his breaths ragged but steady. His golden eyes burned with fury, his body tense, ready to fight. Power surged from him, wild and untamed, barely restrained. But he held on.For me.For us.“We have to end t

Third Person’s POVThe battlefield burned with fire and shadow, divine light clashing violently against the abyss. The Abyss Wolf, though weakened, still loomed over the ruins of Eldoria, its monstrous form shifting between reality and nightmare. Its tendrils lashed out, swallowing what little remained of the battlefield.Caitlyn stood at the center of it all, her silver aura burning brighter than ever. She was no longer just a warrior. No longer just a mother. No longer just a leader.She was Moonborn—the force of balance between light and darkness.Raymond stood beside her, his breaths heavy, his golden eyes locked onto the beast. "This thing just won’t die," he muttered, gripping his blade."It’s not meant to," Selene said as she stepped forward, her white hair matted with blood. "The Abyss Wolf is not a creature, Raymond. It’s an entity—one that exists to consume and reset."Raymond exhaled sharply, hi

Raymond’s POVTime had lost all meaning.Day and night blurred together, melting into an endless haze of waiting. I barely noticed when the sun rose or when the moon took its place. The only thing that mattered was the steady, fragile rhythm of Caitlyn’s breathing.I sat beside her bed, my fingers laced with hers, refusing to let go.The healers came and went. Their whispers were hushed, their faces grim. They spoke in careful tones, as if saying the wrong thing might shatter what little hope remained. They worked tirelessly, pouring their magic, their knowledge, their strength into her.But nothing changed.She didn’t stir.Didn’t open her eyes.Didn’t speak.The strongest woman I had ever known—the one who had faced the Abyss and won—was lying there, unmoving. Silent.I tightened my grip on her hand, rubbing my thumb over her skin, willing her to wake up. “Caitlyn,

Caitlyn’s POVI drifted in a world between worlds.The air here was thick with mist, the sky an endless swirl of silver and black. My bare feet touched nothing and everything all at once. There was no pain, no exhaustion—just an eerie weightlessness, as if I had left my body behind.Was I dead?A voice, deep and ancient, echoed through the void. “Not yet.”I turned sharply, my heart pounding. “Who said that?”The mist shifted, parting like a veil. A figure emerged from the swirling gray—no, not a figure. A wolf. But not just any wolf. It was enormous, its fur shimmering like molten silver, its eyes like twin galaxies, endless and unfathomable. Power radiated from it, pressing against my very soul, familiar yet utterly foreign.I swallowed hard. “What are you?”It tilted its head, studying me. “I am the First Wolf. The beginning. The end. The one who was before time, be