A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Fiona's pov“The dagger. You can use it,” Mia said again, her voice carefully neutral. No pity this time only ice.“I can’t,” I whispered, though my voice cracked under the weight of everything we’d been through.“You have to.” She stepped forward, her eyes glittering in the torchlight. “Sever the bond and you save him. You save yourself.”I looked down at Logan kneeling in agony beneath the weight of the world. His chest heaved, his breaths shallow, each one ragged with pain. The bond was tearing him apart, and yet… I couldn’t let go. Not now.“This isn’t about saving him,” I said slowly, pushing to my feet. My magic pulsed under my skin like caged fire. “It’s about control. Your control.”Mia’s smile never wavered. “You’re learning at last,” she murmured. “Stay out of this and walk away. The bond is fatal. Let me do what’s necessary.”Her calm tone betrayed nothing yet I heard the whip-crack of betrayal etched into its edges.“Necessary?” I spat. “You sent soldiers. You brought blac

Fiona's pov Logan hit the stone floor hard.“No.” I dropped to my knees beside him, hands already reaching, searching and praying.His chest wasn’t moving, my jaw dropped helplessly.“Logan!” I called, louder now, but the word barely rose above the roar of battle around us. Magic screamed overhead. The keep was falling. Fire bloomed in every corner, and outside, the sky had turned the color of bruised iron. But none of that mattered. Not if he didn’t move.He was stiffened.The dagger lay beside him, its golden light flickering, dimming and pulling away. The warmth it had held was fading fast, like a star going out.“No, not like this,” I breathed, pressing both palms to his chest. “You’re not leaving me.”I pushed harder, summoning what little magic I had left. My power wasn’t what it used to be not since Mia’s trap, not since we barely escaped with our lives but I gave it anyway. All of it. I channeled it into him through my hands, my breath, my voice.Above us, high on the blacken

Logan's pov I felt the dead before I saw them. They weren't in the stories, they never stayed in stories for long. This place was older than the keep, older than any battle that burned above it. The hill behind Blackridge had been forgotten by most, choked with moss and silence. But now it stirred.We’d fallen back toward the old graveyard out of desperation, not strategy. The western ridge had collapsed. Thornwood’s beasts pushed hard from the south. Crimson Throat was breaking ranks. Our warriors needed ground. I needed time.And this cursed earth, it was all we had left.I stepped into the graveyard alone, the dagger pulsing at my side.Each gravestone was worn smooth by wind and years. Names erased. Stories forgotten. But magic didn’t forget.I could feel it in my teeth, my spine, my bones.They were buried here: the first bloodline. My ancestors. The ones who built Blackridge on the edge of the forest because they weren’t afraid to bury their dead near their door.Their power s

Fiona's pov The ruins of Thornwood’s fortress stretched before us like a carcass picked clean by the ravens. Crumbled stone walls leaned against skeletal trees, and the smell of ash hung thick in the air as ghosts of the battle still whispering through every shattered beam and shattered dream.I stood in the shadowed heart of that ruin, the Hollow King’s dark presence coiling behind me like a living shadow. His eyes gleamed with cold fire, watching Rowan with a patience that unnerved even me. Rowan, the man who had once been my ally, my partner in a plan so finely woven it had almost succeeded.Rowan stepped forward from the smoke, his face a storm of fury barely held in check. His voice was low, like a growl in the back of a cave. “You betrayed me.”I turned slowly to face him, lips curving into a smile that was all sharp edges. “I did what I had to. The plan was to take Logan’s pack, yes. But not with you dragging your claws in the dirt, holding us back.”He narrowed his eyes. “You

Fiona's pov“Where is he?” I snapped the moment I stepped through the threshold.Lila didn’t move a bit but her eyes said enough.“Gone,” she answered, voice tight. “Vanished two nights ago. Before the council could act.”“Vanished?” I repeated, the word sour on my tongue. “He’s not a ghost, Lila. He bleeds. He lies. He doesn’t just vanish.”She stood her ground at the bottom of the staircase, arms crossed. “You think I don’t know that? I tried to stop him. We all did. But there was no trace—no scent, no trail, not even a flicker of power. Like he was swallowed by the woods.”I stared at her. “He ran.”She nodded once. “Cowards always do.”The silence that followed pressed like a weight on my chest. Thornwood had once been home. Now it felt like a graveyard wearing the skin of memory.“Who’s leading now?” I asked.Lila hesitated. “Me. For now. The others are splintering and some were still loyal to him. Some though but not loyal to anyone.”“Perfect,” I muttered. “Just in time for a w