บททั้งหมดของ Bonded To The Alpha God of War : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

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

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

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

“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

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