All Chapters of Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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The Weight of a God’s Anger

Alpha Lucien’s chest heaved in harsh, brutal breaths… each exhale felt like it scorched the air. His jaw locked so tightly the muscle didn’t just twitch… it writhed, straining under the violent force of the fury tearing through him. His fists were no longer merely clenched; they were dark blue, veins bulging, skin trembling as his wolf clawed against the surface, begging… threatening to break free and destroy anything in its path.The room itself seemed to shrink under the pressure of him. The air thickened. It was hot and suffocating. Terrified of the rage pouring off him in waves strong enough to choke.Then… his gaze reached the bed. And everything inside him stopped.His Luna… Unconscious, limp. Breathing but barely, barely enough to be called alive.Her skin had lost its warmth, pale and slick with cold sweat. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly against her cheeks. The blanket around her was stained… dark, ugly marks from the bleeding wound across her back.Lucien’s world didn’t just

Tonight, We Feast

Lucien lifted his head fully… and when he spoke, his voice did not merely sound like death.It was death!“The Crescent Moon Pack,” he said, each syllable slow, heavy, carved with malice so deep it felt ancient, “has exhaled its final breath.”The words didn’t just fall. They crushed the air.The temperature dropped. The shadows thickened. Even the walls seemed to recoil.Ronan’s lungs seized as if invisible fingers had clenched around his throat. Breathing felt utterly wrong… thick and wet, like dragging air through spilled blood.A chill crawled over his spine, sharp enough to sting. Because Lucien wasn’t threatening them.He was sentencing them.Lucien’s jaw flexed… a slow, murderous grind that echoed louder than any roar. A shadow passed over his face, swallowing whatever humanity he had left.When he spoke again, his voice was low… the kind of sound that didn’t just carry through the air… It crawled under the skin and promised graves.“I will rip their souls apart,” he whispered,

The Celebration That Called Death

Meanwhile, in the Crescent Moon Pack…Completely unaware of the storm they had just summoned.Kade approached Mira’s chambers, the soft echo of his boots against the polished floor the only sound in the hall. He paused at the doorway, folding his arms, curiosity flickering across his face.And then he saw her.Mira… Spinning, twirling, almost weightless, across the chamber floor. Silk skirts fanning out like they were petals caught in a whirlwind, catching the light with every wild rotation. In her hand, a cup of wine wobbled dangerously, yet she held it with delicate mastery.Her cheeks glowed with a flushed, feverish happiness. Her eyes sparkled… alight with a manic, unrestrained happiness that made the room feel electric. Every laugh that escaped her lips was soft, overjoyed, and entirely unhinged, bouncing off the walls. She spun again, faster this time, nearly tipping over, and let out a delighted squeal that seemed to vibrate with pure joy.Finally, she collapsed into her chair

When Courage Was Not Enough

Kade’s fingers curled around Mira’s hand and with one smooth pull he lifted her from her seat, wine still swirling in the cup she refused to let go of. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped him as he drew her close against his chest. Then, in a single fluid motion, he spun her, silk skirts fluttering and caught her mid-twirl with one strong arm.The motion tipped her wrist just enough.SPLASH!A pour of dark wine slithered down to the polished floor, splattering across the marble in a blooming stain.Mira gasped dramatically then burst into a lilting laugh. She tapped a playful finger against Kade’s chest, her eyes moving with mischief.“Ohhh! Silly you,” she scolded, voice warm and teasing, as she slipped from his grasp with the effortless grace of someone floating on her own happiness.She bent at the waist, picking up a cloth, her movements elegant even in something so small. As she knelt to blot the spilled wine, she hummed a light, aimless tune… still soft, still self-satisfied, still

Carving Names into History

Kade stood before the Crescent Moon Pack warriors… hundreds of armored wolves and soldiers, every last one of them lined in unforgiving formation, their armor reflecting the sunlight. The air was thick… heavy… humming with the silent thrum of fear, anticipation, and duty.Kade’s gaze swept across them… hard and unyielding.And then his voice erupted across the field.“Brace yourselves!”The command rolled through the warriors then silence followed… dense and suffocating.Kade took a breath, chest heaving with the weight of what he was about to say.“Tonight,” he began, his voice deep and resonant, “we prepare for an enemy whose name alone turns even the bravest men cold.”A ripple moved through the ranks… a stiffening of shoulders, a tightening of jaws, a flash of dread in their eyes. Every warrior knew exactly who he meant.But none dared speak it.Kade started pacing before them, each step deliberate, steady, claiming the earth beneath his boots as if he was stamping his authority i

The Feast of Blood

Lucien stood before his warriors beneath a sky stripped bare of stars. No banners marked their ranks. No lamplights burned to announce their presence.The Crimson Blood Pack did not need light to see what waited ahead.They were the darkness.Hundreds stood in perfect, unnerving silence… wolves and soldiers shaped by endless war, bodies armored in blackened steel scarred by old slaughters. Red eyes glimmered faintly in the gloom, not with fear… but with hunger patiently restrained.Ronan remained at Lucien’s side, rigid and still, every inch the Beta of a pack bred for ruin.Lucien began to pace slowly before them.Each step Lucien took carried finality. His boots pressed into the earth as though the ground itself was bracing for what was about to be unleashed. Then he stopped pacing. And turned to face them fully.Lucien did not raise his voice. He did not need to.Silence bent toward him on its own… drawn, obedient, heavy enough to crush lungs. Even the wind knew this.When he spok

The Quiet Between Breath and Loss

“I know,” Lucien interrupted, his tone hard, unwavering, yet threaded with something heavier than authority… pain, longing, and restraint. His eyes, darkened not by power but by the weight of his own fury, locked onto Ronan’s. “Every fiber of my being screams to march with them, to burn the Crescent Moon to ash with my own hands.”His jaw clenched, a shadow of raw hunger passing over his features.“But…,” he continued, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “my woman lies broken. Broken in ways no one should ever be forced to endure. In a state so despicable, so vile, that leaving her… would be madness. A betrayal of everything I am.”For a heartbeat, his control wavered. His chest heaved sharply, the internal storm threatening to spill over.Then the steel returned to his voice.“I will not leave her. Not now! Not for war! Not for vengeance! Not for anyone!”Each word fell with finality.Silence pressed down between them for a moment.Ronan’s fists curled slowly at his sides, leather

The Weight of Survival

The moment Elia stepped out of the healer’s chamber, the air shifted. It was subtle but unmistakable.The lingering warmth bled away, swallowed by something colder, heavier. The healer’s shoulders stiffened beneath an invisible weight, and the gentleness that had softened her features moments ago vanished. In its place settled something grave… edged with fear she did not bother to hide.She turned slowly toward the bed… towards Anana.For a long heartbeat, she only looked at her… at the stillness, the shallow movement of her chest, the fragile thread of life clinging stubbornly on.Then she faced Lucien.“Her condition…” the healer said at last, each word heavy with truth, “...is far more serious than it appears.”Lucien’s head lifted immediately. The air around him seemed to tighten, drawn taut by his attention. His eyes sharpened… not with rage, but with something colder, deadlier.“She is dying,” the healer continued, her voice steady but weighted with truth. “Not tomorrow. Not in

Preserved in Ice

Lucien took a single step toward her, his control hanging by a thread so fine it quivered beneath the weight of everything he was holding back.“What way,” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous not the command of an Alpha, but the raw edge of a man standing one breath away from losing the only thing his heart burns desperately for.Iris did not look away.She lifted her chin and met his gaze fully, not as a healer addressing her Alpha, but as a mother facing the son she had watched grow, bleed, harden… and now fracture.“Carry her,” Iris said softly.For a heartbeat, Lucien didn’t move.The word struck him deeper than any blow. His throat tightened. His hands flexed at his sides, as if afraid of what they might do or fail to do.“Now,” Iris added gently, urgency threading through her calm. “Gently.”That was all it took.Lucien turned to the bed at once. He slid his arms beneath Anana with devastating care, as though the slightest wrong movement might shatter her completely. When h

The First Clash

“No…” The word barely formed. His heart slammed violently against his ribs as panic ripped through him. He leaned forward, eyes locked on her face, searching desperately for movement, for breath, for anything.Her lips paled.Her skin cooled visibly, color draining as the ice claimed her temperature, drawing warmth away with merciless efficiency. Frost kissed her lashes. Her hair fanned slightly against the glowing surface, strands stiffening as the cold settled in.It looked… Too much like death.Lucien’s hands trembled as he hovered over her, afraid to touch her again, afraid he had already done something irreversible.But then Iris was there.Her hand closed firmly around his arm, grounding, steady.“Lucien,” she said quickly, firmly, cutting through the terror clawing at him. “Listen to me.”His eyes snapped to hers, wild and breaking.“This ice,” Iris continued, her voice calm but urgent, “is not killing her. It is suspending her.”She gestured to Anana’s chest.“Time slows here.

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