All Chapters of Aligned Fantasy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The apartment was too quiet after Dante left. The air still felt heavy, like his presence hadn’t truly gone, like his scent and command lingered against the walls and the back of Taiga’s throat. Tatsuya was the first to break the silence. He slammed his hand against the wall beside his brother, eyes burning with restrained fury. “You didn’t even fight back,” he snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through Taiga’s haze. “He had his hand around your throat, Taiga. And you—” Tatsuya’s jaw clenched. “You froze. You just let him.” Taiga sat slumped against the sofa, still trembling, his neck aching with the memory of Dante’s grip. His voice cracked when he finally whispered, “What… the hell just happened?” The words tasted wrong in his mouth. Normally if he was chocked like that Dante would have ended up in the ER, having brain surgery with how bad je would have pummeled him into the ground. His body had obeyed without his consent. His will had bent under Dante’s voice. But he had

Maya barged into Dante's home. He shoved the heavy doors of Dante’s Castle like doors open and stormed inside, the workers minding their business watching him. His chest heaved with each step until he reached the living room, where Dante stood before the wide window, city lights spilling behind him. Maya’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and trembling. “What the hell did you do?” Dante didn’t turn. He held his hands in his pockets, shoulders stiff and jawline carved in the glow of the skyline. Maya’s anger built until it snapped. He rushed forward and shoved at Dante’s chest, hard enough to break through his stillness. “Answer me! why did You choke him, Dante. You left a bruise on his neck. Why?” Finally, Dante’s gaze shifted down to him, cold fire burning behind those eyes. “Because he’s lying to us.” Maya blinked, disbelief slicing through his rage. “Lying?” “He’s cheating on us ,” Dante said flatly, his voice was low, like he was weak. “Sneaking around with some

The days had dragged on, slow and heavy, each one stitched with worry that never seemed to fade. Taiga had tried to drown himself in training, pushing his body until sweat stung his eyes and his lungs burned. But no matter how many shots he took or how many sprints across the court he forced himself through, the weight on his chest only grew heavier. Rin still hadn’t answered his calls. Every message remained on read. Every attempt at contact met with silence. His thoughts were crowded, tangled. His pack issues, his fractured relationship with his mates, none of it felt like something worth holding onto anymore. He was getting fed up. With a sharp curse, he shoved his phone into his pocket. “Fuck.” Running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, he stepped out of the gym and began heading home. The streets smelled of wet concrete, the kind of thick humidity that promised rain. But his thoughts didn’t ease. They circled back again and again to the bruise Dante had left on his thro

Taiga was shocked, worry written boldly across his face. Was Dante dying? What had become of him? “Do you love my son?” Phoebe asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him. “Apparently, he confides in my butler more than he does his own mother.” She gave a strained laugh, bitter at the edges. “Aoki says he confided in him one night. My son had asked what he would have done if the person he loves doesn’t love him back.” She sighed, her expression faltering. Taiga’s eyes widened. He dragged his hands down his face, remembering that night, the silly game they’d played, the word that had sat at the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out, hadn’t wanted to let his Luna surrender so easily. “If the feelings I have are one-sided, then I’d love them more than anyone has ever loved them, even if it kills me. That was the reply that damned butler gave him,” Phoebe continued. She gave a short chuckle and shook her head in disdain. “Why? Why does my love affect him so badly? I accepted

Linking with his Luna wasn’t supposed to be easy. Taiga knew that. Everyone always said it was the hardest thing a Luna could do, because it wasn’t just physical, it was a complete surrender of self. Still, he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. He lay in bed, sheets twisted around his bare legs, body slick with sweat. The room felt like a furnace, the air heavy with his pheromones. Heat pulsed through every nerve, relentless waves pounding his body as though trying to split him open from the inside. And yet, through it all, he forced himself to stay awake. He wasn’t going to lose consciousness. Not tonight. Normally, when any secondary gender entered heat or rut, the primary gender slipped back, became dormant, letting the secondary drive the body until the cycle ended. It was nature’s way of surviving something so brutal. But for a Luna, things were different. If he wanted to truly link with his Luna, if he wanted total control and communication between both parts of himself, h