Semua Bab Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Mira struck again… another slash, brutal, lightning-fast, a murderous arc meant to carve straight through flesh and bone.CLANG!Anana caught it with a single dagger.Just one. Her wrist barely shifted, her expression didn’t flicker, and the deadly force behind Mira’s strike drained harmlessly into the air… as though the attack weighed no more than a falling leaf.That calm… that absolute lack of fear hit Mira harder than any blade could.It was insulting. It was infuriating. It was mockery without a single spoken word.Mira’s snarl deepened, contorting her face into something wild as her rage erupted into savagery.She slashed again… fast, vicious, a cut designed to split ribs. Anana caught it with a movement so measured, so precise, it bordered on laziness, as if she wasn’t fighting for her life but adjusting a misplaced object.Mira lunged with a savage stab meant for the abdomen… Anana’s daggers slipped into position with fluid grace, redirecting the point by mere inches. With no

Anana was almost out of the clearing, her black warhorse cutting through the wind. Branches blurred. Shadows surged ahead. Freedom was just seconds away. One more breath and the forest would swallow her whole.Behind her…Mira stood rigid, trembling with a fury that felt carved out of hellfire. Every heartbeat hammered like a war drum in her skull. Her vision tunneled until only one thing existed…Anana… Running and escaping.A sin Mira refused to forgive.Her lips pulled into a slow, poisonous curve. A smile carved from hatred.“Die,” she whispered, it wasn't a shout, nor a snarl. It was just whispered, as though the word itself were a curse only death could hear.Her fingers slipped from the bowstring.The arrows exploded into the air… three streaks of silver, slicing the wind with a shrill whistle that sounded like a scream trying to hold its breath. They flew fast, merciless, perfectly aligned… death tripled and airborne.And Anana… she felt them before she heard them.Her instinc

Elia’s horse didn’t just enter the Crimson Blood Pack… it exploded through the gates.A streak of wild, frantic movements, hooves pounding hard enough to crack the earth beneath them.The night was thick, unmoving… almost suffocating in its stillness. Only the moon watched, bright and merciless, as if witnessing a race against death itself.The moment the horse skidded to a halt, Elia didn’t stop. She didn’t even catch her breath.She launched herself out of the saddle, hitting the ground so hard the shock jolted up her ankles. But she didn’t feel it. There was no space for pain. No room for hesitation.Her legs were already moving… sprinting, almost flying, cloak whipping behind her like a black, desperate wing. The air dragged harshly into her lungs, but she didn’t slow. Couldn’t slow. Wouldn’t slow.The world narrowed to one single thought… one name pounding through her skull with every frantic heartbeat.Anana!Anana!!Anana!!!Her chest burned, her throat tightened, and still she

Elia stepped quietly back into her room, closing the door behind her with a soft, shaky click. The sound was small, almost timid, but it echoed around her like a sigh from the walls themselves. Everything looked exactly as she’d left it.The shadows sat exactly where she’d left them. The cold air pressed against her skin the same way it had hours ago.But she… She was not the same woman who had left this room last night.Her chest tightened painfully.Her eyes caught on the cloak she had dropped last night, when she’d first returned after seeing Anana in the healer’s chamber, when panic and disbelief were still clawing through her ribs. The cloak lay where it had fallen, crumpled on the floor.Elia’s breath trembled as she crouched. Her fingers curled into the fabric slowly, almost hesitantly… as if lifting it might make her relive everything she’d felt when she’d let it fall. The cloth was cold and stiff. It smelled faintly of sweat, fear… and the night her friend nearly died.The sc

Lucien stood before the door… her door, his steps quieting, his breath slowing as if the world itself paused to give him this moment. In one hand, he held out the gift.His other hand lifted slowly towards the door… For the second time since he stepped off that carriage, the warlord inside him loosened… melted… softened into something almost tender.His heart warmed. His thoughts gentled. A smile curled over his lips, it was warm, eager, filled with a kind of affection no one else on earth ever received from him.Lucien lifted his hand to the door, the warmth in his chest steady and full. He could already see her smile in his mind. Could already feel the way her energy filled a space. His thoughts softened, and the edges of his usually cold expression melted with anticipation.He knocked lightly… just once.“Anana,” he murmured, voice a low velvet hum, threaded with affection. “My love… I’m here.”Silence…The smile on his lips faltered… only slightly, barely noticeable but it did fa