Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Iris met her stare, unflinching, even as dread curled tight in her chest. “That binding is not a prison,” she continued. “It is a seal. A necessary one. Undoing it would not simply free you… it would unleash consequences no one alive could contain.”Behind her, Lucien stood rigid, fists clenched, every word cutting deeper than any revelation before it. He was listening now, not just as a nephew… but as a leader realizing how close the world stood to ruin.Seryna’s smile returned slowly… delighted and deeply unsettling.And Iris knew, with chilling certainty… they had stepped directly into the heart of her game.Without another word, Seryna turned away, already bored. Her black cloak snapped behind her as she moved, shadows coiling eagerly around her form. Just before the trees closed around her, she looked back slowly, eyes gleaming with dark, satisfied pleasure.“Then your precious woman…” Seryna murmured, her voice slow, each word dragging out as if to taste the fear it would provok

“A contract,” Iris said quickly, as though the thought might slip away if she didn’t anchor it to sound. “Not a bargain. A binding contract.”Lucien’s brow drew together at once, instinct sharpening into caution. “Explain.”“We don’t free her outright,” Iris said, the words coming faster now, urgency threading through each one. “We design the terms so that if Anana is not fully restored… heart, blood, and soul then Seryna is immediately dragged back into the forest.”Lucien stilled completely.“The contract would be recursive,” Iris went on, pacing as her mind raced ahead of her body. “Self-enforcing. It leaves no room for interpretation.” She stopped in front of him, meeting his gaze squarely. “If she deceives us. If she delays. If she alters the cure by even a fraction…” Her voice dropped, hard and precise. “The forest reclaims her… Permanently!”Lucien’s eyes sharpened, disbelief giving way to calculation. The silence between them stretched as the implications fell into place.“It

The exchange began immediately.Seryna lifted her hands, palms turned skyward and she spoke.Her voice was not raised, yet it did not belong to her alone, it moved through the forest and the air answered.A violent surge of wind exploded outward from her body, snapping branches and ripping sound from the world. Leaves tore free from the ancient oak behind her, not falling but wrenched loose, hundreds of them moving upward.They did not scatter. They gathered… spinning, spiraling, folding inward as they moved.The vortex tightened, faster and faster, until the trees groaned under the strain and the ground trembled faintly. The forest seemed to bow, drawn helplessly towards the center of the storm.At the heart of it… Light bloomed in Seryna’s palm.It burned white-gold, fierce and living, casting sharp shadows that writhed across the trunks of the trees. The leaves were dragged toward it, crushed together by unseen force, their edges smoothing, darkening, hardening…Until they were no

Anana lay upon the ice-exalted slab, still as death. Frost encased her like a coffin, lashes pale against skin gone almost translucent, as though the cold had begun claiming her molecule by molecule. The air burned with every breath. Ice climbed the walls in jagged veins, sealing the chamber in a silence that pressed hard against the ears.Iris did not allow herself to look for long.She rushed forward and dropped to her knees so hard the impact jolted through her bones. Her bag hit the floor beside her. Glass clinked too loud, far too loud and her heart stuttered as she tore it open.Her fingers closed around a bottle.Green liquid sloshed inside, shimmering faintly, alive in a way that made her grip tighten. She uncorked it with her teeth and poured.The liquid hissed violently as it struck the ice, steam biting at her skin. Iris flinched but did not stop. She forced herself to move, circling the slab with uneven steps, boots slipping slightly on frost she hadn’t noticed before. He

Lucien lifted his gaze to Iris, his arms still locked around Anana as though loosening them might tempt fate.“She’s not conscious,” he said quietly. The words were steady, but fear lived beneath them, unspoken and unnamed. “Iris… she hasn’t opened her eyes.”Iris nodded, her shoulders easing for the first time since the spell collapsed. The tension she’d been holding finally loosened, just enough for breath to return to her lungs.“The cursed blood drained her,” she said gently. “It pushed her body to the very edge of death. She will wake… but not yet.” Her gaze softened as it returned to Anana. “She needs rest. Deep, healing rest.”Lucien exhaled, the breath shuddering out of him. The crushing pressure in his chest finally eased.Slowly, he nodded.And then… without warning, a sound slipped from him. A laugh… so soft and unsteady. Almost broken at the edges.“I thought…” His voice faltered, the laugh dissolving into something raw and breathless. “I thought I would never see her agai