Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

His face had already begun to change. The fire that once ruled his eyes was gone, leaving only a dull, empty stare that did not see the land laid out before him. His mouth hung slightly open, as though his final cry still clung to his lips, too stubborn to fade. Blood had dried in deep lines down his cheeks and into his beard, stiff and black in the cold morning air.The two warriors moved carefully, adjusting their grip with every step so the spear did not sway. When they reached the mound, one went first, climbing its rough side, boots scraping stone. The other followed, pushing the base of the spear up to him.Together they set it into a carved socket at the mound’s peak.And then… Iron mallets rose.Once… stone rang. Twice, the spear sank deeper. A third time… the ground seemed to accept it.The spear stood upright and unshaking.Kade’s head now looked out over the Red Moon lands.Over territory ruled by his ally, the young Alpha Riven. Over lands that had once welcomed him as bro

Mira had barely reached the middle of the long corridor when she saw him.Young Alpha Riven was coming toward her, his stride unhurried, his posture straight and disciplined, every movement controlled as always. When their eyes met, he slowed, then stopped. A faint smile touched his lips… soft enough to be almost uncertain.“I was just on my way to your room,” he said gently. “How are you? And your son?”Mira’s heart lurched. She forced her lips to curve, though the smile felt brittle.“I am… not doing too well,” she said quietly. “But my son is fine.”Riven stepped closer. Light from the tall windows caught in his gray eyes, washing them with silver. For once, the usual cold distance in them softened, replaced by something careful… almost worried.He lifted his hand and touched her arm, light and tentative.“Mira,” he murmured, his voice low, steady, “you can tell me anything.”The warmth of his touch burned.She stiffened at once. Her breath hitched, sharp and shallow as she took a

When Mira finally stopped crying, it felt as though she had emptied herself.Her eyes were swollen, red and burning. Her lashes were heavy with dried tears. Strands of her hair clung to her cheeks, glued there by sweat and grief. Her body felt strangely light and heavy at the same time… light because the storm had torn through her and passed, heavy because what it left behind could never be carried away.The sun was sinking, staining the sky in wounded shades of gold and red.Slowly, Mira turned toward the horses. Kade’s head rested in her arms, cradled with the same care she once gave him in life, as if he were only sleeping and she feared waking him. Each step felt both sacred and cruel, a walk no wife should ever have to take.Footsteps sounded behind her.She turned… Young Alpha Riven stood at the front, the senior warrior beside him, the two juniors a step behind. They stopped when she did.Mira faced them, her arms tightening around what remained of her husband. When she spoke,

War began at dawn. It came without warnings, without notifications, without mercy. Only cold, decisive movement.The Red Moon Pack poured across the borders, their numbers vast, their steps coordinated. There was no roar of battle at first, no reckless charge to announce them. They moved with ruthless discipline, slipping through mist and early light, surrounding the territory Alpha Riven had marked as the beginning. Every step was planned. Every strike measured.By the time the sun lifted fully over the horizon, the land was already gone.Watchtowers collapsed before horns could sound. Garrisons were smothered in their sleep, blades finding throats and hearts with terrifying precision. Resistance was brief and brutal. Those who stood their ground fell where they stood. Those who ran were chased down and erased.There was no chaos, only efficiency. By midmorning, Red Moon banners snapped in the wind above captured strongholds, planted firmly where Crimson Blood markings had once claim

The healer did not look away as she spoke.“Lucien,” she said quietly, each word chosen with care, “you must listen to me.”Something in her tone made him straighten at once. His brow furrowed, instincts snapping alert. “Speak.”“You have an aunt.”The word struck him harder than any blade.“An… aunt?” He stared at her, disbelief cutting sharp across his features. “That’s impossible. You told me…”“I know,” the healer said softly, cutting him off before the memory could fully surface. “I know what I told you.”Lucien’s body went rigid.She held his gaze, steady and unyielding. “It wasn’t entirely a lie,” she continued. “But it wasn’t the whole truth either.”His jaw tightened.“It was done for your good,” she said quietly, her voice weighted with years of choices made in silence. “For your safety.”The words settled between them, heavy and uneasy.“I never told you everything,” she went on. “I let you believe you had no living relatives because the truth was far more dangerous than t