Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Back in the white void…Lucien staggered back.Just one step… but it felt like the ground beneath him had given way. His vision blurred instantly.Tears filled his eyes before he could stop them… before he could even understand why they were there.They fell freely… unrestrained, unfought.All the walls he had built…All the strength he had forced into himself…All the control, the coldness, the unshakable presence he had carried through war after war…GONE… Shattered in a single moment.Because she was here! Because she was real! And he was no longer strong enough to pretend he didn’t need her.He moved… Fast, desperately.Closing the distance between them in a single breath as if even a second apart was too long… as if she might disappear if he didn’t reach her now.And then! He broke.Lucien crashed into her.His arms wrapped around her tightly, almost painfully, as though he was trying to hold her in place… as if he could keep her from ever leaving again.“Mother…” he choked.The

Lucien’s eyes snapped open. Not slowly… not weakly. They burst open… so dark and endless.For a single, suspended heartbeat… The world tightened, shrank and narrowed. As though everything… air, sound, even time itself had been dragged into that one moment… and held there.The dagger was already an inch from his throat.And then!... Lucien's hand moved without hesitation. His fingers closed around the blade.The edge bit deep. A dark, steady line of blood welled instantly, then spilled… trailing from his palm, sliding down his wrist, tracing along his arm before dripping onto his body.Yet… the blade didn’t move. Not even an inch. It couldn’t. It was as if the very concept of motion had been denied. Riven’s breath hitched.His eyes snapped wide, something primal and terrified flashing through them before he could suppress it.Then it turned, twisted… Into desperation.His grip tightened violently around the dagger. Muscles bunched, veins bulging beneath his skin as he drove forward wi

Then!… He vanished. With no sound, no movement, no trace. Just… absence.Seryna’s eyes snapped wide… Too late.CLANG!Light erupted beside her. Lucien was there. Not arriving but already striking.His blade tore through the air with impossible speed, aimed cleanly for her flank. Instinct screamed… her body twisted midair, her own blade snapping up just in time to meet his.Steel met steel… And the sky shattered.The impact didn’t just ring… it detonated. A violent shockwave burst outward, ripping through the clouds, tearing the air apart in a thunderous ripple that rolled across the heavens.For a fraction of a second… they locked. It wasn’t just steel against steel… but something far deeper.Power met power… pressing, testing, colliding in a silent, violent struggle that made the air between them tighten… compress… strain under the weight of it.Then! Seryna was gone. It wasn't retreating, or escaping. She was just gone.Then boom!… A flash behind him.CLANG!Lucien twisted… Barely i

Then! Footsteps. Cutting through the silence. Each one landing with quiet certainty.Mira froze… Her breath hitched, her head snapped up as she saw them.Ronan and Ira.Emerging from the distance… not running, not hesitating. Just advancing… The air shifted and tightened.Mira moved instantly. She turned and rushed towards Riven’s horse, her steps quick, uneven… driven by urgency, by desperation clawing its way through her chest.Her hand shot into the saddle, searching blindly for a second then finding it.A blade.She yanked it free and spun around sharply, raising it in front of her. Her grip was tight, her breathing shallow. Her body trembled but her stance held.Around the corner… Riven’s body lay still and unmoving.Ira slowed as they drew closer.Her gaze passed over Mira first… taking in the rigid stance, the raised blade, the grief barely held together beneath the surface… then shifted to Riven. Just for a moment.And in that moment… Everything settled.When her eyes returned

Ira’s chest heaved hard, each breath dragging in like it scraped against something raw inside her.Her grip tightened around her blade… tighter… tighter until her knuckles blanched stark white beneath the strain.For a moment… it looked as though she would move. Like she would step forward… raise her blade… and end it.There was nothing controlled in her then, nothing measured. Only intense rage, thick, violent, barely contained beneath her skin.Her jaw clenched, muscle ticking.Her gaze burned locked onto Mira’s still form with something that went beyond anger… something deeper, far more personal… that hadn’t been satisfied. Not even close.Her fingers flexed once on the hilt.A step almost came. Almost…Then she stopped.A sharp, broken sound tore from her throat… frustration, fury, something far more jagged than either and she turned abruptly.The motion was harsh, violent. It felt as though if she didn’t move away now… she wouldn’t stop at all.She stormed off, each step heavy, f