Reborn For The Vicious Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The twilight sky burned with streaks of crimson as the pack grounds buzzed with activity.It was the eve of the Trial of Roar, and the Twilight Pack was hosting a gathering—more somber than celebratory, a blend of tension and tradition. Warriors sharpened blades, younger wolves sparred in the circle pits, and patrols doubled across the western border. Torches lined the compound, flickering against the pine wind. The chandeliers were turned off. Every single thing today, was sacred and natural.Caleb had taken a few of the younger wolves for a late border run. Their paws thundered against the forest floor, fur rippling as they sprinted through the trees, energy crackling with anticipation for the coming trials. Caleb led the charge, his mind barely present, distracted by thoughts of Freya, of the recent unease between him and Torin.As the run ended and the wolves shifted back to their human forms near the southern watchpost, Caleb’s phone buzzed in his fur leather bag. He opened it, b

It was finally the day they had all been waiting for. This was no ordinary contest.The skies above the sacred grounds were gray, thick with hanging clouds that mirrored the storm inside every heart present.It was The Trial of Roars—a legendary test passed down through blood and myth. Strength alone would not win it. Cunning, balance, legacy, and the favor of the ancestral spirits all played their part.Torches lined the circular arena carved from ancient stone. Tribal drums pounded in a solemn rhythm as the surviving members of the pack gathered, watching in anxious silence.This was the day their future would be decided. If Torin would be made their Alpha or another would be chosen for them.Torin stood shirtless at the center of the gathering field, his aura more volatile than ever before. His breath was controlled, but his rage seeped through his every motion. He hadn’t spoken to Freya since their exchange earlier that morning. She stood a little far behind him now. She couldn’t

After the roars of the crowd had quieted and the trial ground had emptied, a heavy silence descended across the central square of the Twilight Pack. The earth still bore the scars of the combat, and the very air pulsed with remnants of ancestral magic. While the others dispersed to their corners of the compound, Alpha Torin was summoned into the council hall by the remaining elder wolves—those too old to fight, but wise enough to shape the future.Inside the dimly lit hall lined with ancient symbols drawn on wooden beams that had seen more generations than any of them could count, Torin stood tall, but the strain behind his eyes was unmistakable. One of the elders, a grey-bearded man named Fenric, stepped forward and cleared his throat.“You seem unstable, Alpha,” he said frankly. “That was no ordinary combat rage. We most commend your efforts but your energy was off balance. You stumbled in the run. You hesitated during the trance. And even your fury seemed to have been clouding your

He found him. Caleb was leaning against a stone pillar beside his quarters, arms folded. When he saw Torin approach, he straightened.His eyes squinted as he watched him get closer.“You look like someone who just got exorcised,” Caleb said dryly. “Or laid hard. Either way, you need a bath.”Torin’s face remains expressionless “l’m not here to play.”Caleb tilted his head slightly. “So, what brings you here, Alpha?”“I need to ask you something, and I want the truth,” Torin said. His voice was calm but loaded. “Do you have any plans to take Freya from me?”Caleb was quiet at first, then he shook his head. “No. I don’t.”“Then why the hell was she in your bed?”Caleb opened his mouth, but paused. Kaelin’s words echoed in his mind. The threat. The secret she knew. If he spoke now, she’d expose him.Torin’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t keep anything from me, Caleb.”Finally, Caleb exhaled slowly. “Alright. I’ll tell you the truth. All of it.”Torin corossed his arms now, his expression pointing

Freya burst into the elders’ hall with impatience. Her breathing was uneven, her heart pounding. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes scanned the room for answers. She had just woken up and been told something that didn’t make sense—Torin was gone.Gone?Her fists were clenched as she stormed past the guards and elders seated in a half-circle. Caleb, who had been heading toward her quarters, saw her running and immediately turned to follow, sensing something was wrong.“Elira!” Freya snapped as soon as she reached the center of the hall. “Where is Torin? Why would he leave without telling me anything?”The elders all looked up from their conversations, their expressions shifting from calm to uneasy. Elder Fenric adjusted his robe and rose to speak, but Elira spoke first, already standing at the far end of the table with her usual composed face.“There was no time for goodbyes, Freya,” she said smoothly. “The opening of the portal had to be precise. We couldn’t risk delay.”F