Her Forbidden Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Chapter 71Cohen had paced back and forth in front of Rafe's door for some time before he finally entered. The weight of the news he carried was immense, and though he had never been the voice of reason at the shoulder of his king, today even his heart thudded unevenly. He knew that what he was about to say could shake Rafe more than anything else had done in the last few weeks.Rafe was at the window when Cohen entered. His broad form was engulfed in darkness, and the pale silver moon light poured over his shoulders like plate armor. His stance was rigid, but his demeanor shifted with restlessness, the indication his wolf had been troubled since their return from the previous patrol. Not turning to him, Rafe's deep and authoritative voice rolled, but it carried a note of weariness."Tell, Cohen?"Cohen dipped his head before moving forward. He talked calmly, measured, though his heart itched with each sentence. "My king… Ace."Rafe's shoulders stiffened. With that title, a jolt of fr

Chapter 73 Rafe's fingers buried themselves in the collar of the master's robe, lifting the older man up so his feet dangled over the cold stone floor. The master screamed, his face twisting in terror, his hands scrabbling at Rafe's wrist in a desperate attempt to loosen the grip. The room was silent except for panting, and the torchlight danced on the walls, casting long shadows that seemed to make the Alpha King's presence even more terrifying."Speak," Rafe ordered, his voice low, gritty, vibrating with held fury. "Tell me what's actually happening with Ace's ability. Now."The master trembled with a fierce ferocity. His mouth opened, yet fragmented syllables came out at first, as though fear had stolen his tongue. His eyes darted sideways, as though frantically looking for an escape from this nightmare, but there was none. There remained only Rafe—the king whose presence could suffocate the mightiest wolf."Your silence won't save you," Rafe growled, pulling him closer so their f

Chapter 75Rafe stood rigidly alongside the council table, his chest heaving as his eyes,glowing embers of red,locked onto the master at the far end. Every nerve in him thrummed with his wolf's hunger. The air between them pulsed, silent but heavy with the promise of bloodshed. Seraya felt it before she saw it—the bare hatred in Rafe's eyes and the tensing of his muscles like an animal poised to spring.The master, old but sharp-eyed, leaned forward in his chair, his twisted hands gripping the carved armrests. He had said barely a word where Rafe's snarl erupted, low and throaty, like thunder booming through the chamber. Abruptly, he launched himself forward, a dark blur of leather, fur, and half-shaped claws."Rafe!" Seraya's shout cut through the uproar, but too late—his claws dropped, directly toward the master's throat.There were gasps from the council members present. There was quiet in the screech of chairs as some stood involuntarily to their feet, but no one dared to interve

Chapter 77The healer's room was filled with the slight aroma of herbs and pulverized roots, a soft perfume which usually soothed weary wolves. Today, however, Seraya felt none of it. Her fingers clutched the rim of the wooden bench, her hazel eyes fixed on the healer's wrinkled face as if she could have dictated what was said to her."You are with a child, Princess," she said once more quietly, her voice trembling as if she feared even the air might betray the secret. "No doubt. Life pulses already strong within you."For a moment, Seraya had no breath. The world whirled around her, the walls of the room closing in. She heard the beat of her own heartbeat booming loudly, mingling with the distant reverberation of the healer's voice. Pregnant. Her lips parted, but she did not make a sound.Her thoughts flew at once to Rafe, to the night his flame burned her and left her shivering in both loathing and forbidden need. She had known her body felt changed these past few days—dizziness at

Chapter 79Laura stood at the center of the circle, her fists closed in front of her, chin high though her stomach churned with pain. Around her stood the pack of elders, gray-haired men and women with voices that carried the authority of tradition. Their faces were unyielding, some openly furious, others carefully veiled with revulsion.You see it too, as I do," declared Elder Marus, and her voice sounded like the gnarled bark of some old oak tree. "Years passed since her mate passed on, and still no bond has returned to her. The Moon Goddess has hidden her face." Murmurs sounded, a tide of agreement." She prowls among us under a curse," another elder said, her eyes narrowed in something like contempt and pity. "A wolf who loses her mate at such an early age and is never offered a second one—what else could that mean but bad luck?Laura's jaw clenched. She felt each syllable like claws against her heart. The name of her first mate still lingered within her, a memory as sacred as th