Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“STOP!!!”The single word ripped through the air, sharp and commanding, halting the execution in an instant.The crowd froze. Drums fell silent. Every head turned toward the source of the voice.Elia’s swollen eyes, heavy from days of tears, fluttered open in shock. Her chest heaved as she searched the sea of faces… until she saw her.Mira.The Luna of Crescent Moon stood at the edge of the crowd, barely upright. The maid clung to her arm for support, but Mira broke free, staggering forward. Her steps were unsteady. Her body tilted slightly to one side, the weight of her pregnancy pressing on her, yet her voice carried with an authority that silenced every whisper.“Listen well!” she cried, her voice echoing across the execution field. “Today, I decide who lives and who dies in this pack. Her life is mine to spare… and I spare it. Let every wolf here remember, I am not just your Luna. I am the will of the Moon made flesh!”A wave of stunned murmurs rolled through the pack. Gasps, whi

The Crimson Blood Pack was unlike any other that day.The air itself felt sharp and electric, buzzing with the tension of the upcoming tournament. The scent of sweat and steel clung to the wind, mingling with the raw energy of countless pounding hearts.Warriors lined the training grounds, moving with deadly precision, their grunts and roars filling the space as steel clashed against steel. No one was holding back, not today. Every fighter knew what was at stake.This was no ordinary contest. This was the tournament, the sacred trial where the strongest would rise, and the victor would be granted the one thing every soul in the pack secretly craved: a single wish. A wish without question, without restriction. One desire strong enough to rewrite destiny, to change fates, to reshape lives. Even the fortress knew what it meant as it seemed to hum with restless energy. Patrols were doubled, and sparring rings were never empty. Every member of the pack could feel it, the weight of the to

The sun was high when Anana’s eyes fluttered open, her lashes heavy like they had weights attached to them.The moment she tried to move, a sharp ache shot through every muscle, ripping a groan from her lips.“Ugh… goddess…” she whispered, her arms trembling as she managed to push herself to sit. Her back ached, her legs screamed, and even her fingers throbbed from the previous night’s relentless training. It felt as though every fiber of her body was swollen and sore, punishing her for her stubborn determination.She was still groaning when a sudden knock rattled her door.She winced at the thought of walking to answer it.“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice raspy from sleep.A maid’s voice came muffled through the wood.“Message from Alpha Lucien! The memorial ceremony has begun, and you are nowhere around!”Anana’s mouth fell open, her mind snapping awake in panic.The words memorial ceremony echoed, followed by a memory of Lucien carefully selecting her outfit for the day and

Anana ran through the open path of the fortress. Her heart raced in rhythm with her strides. Her legs pounded against the ground with a speed that surprised even her. She felt lighter, faster, her feet barely seemed to touch the ground. Without breaking pace, she leaped over a low stack of crates with ease and landed smoothly without any ache or jolt of pain in her ankles. Her agility was unmatched.She didn’t even pause to think much of it until she got to her room panting lightly, the realization began to settle. She removed her sweat drenched training clothes, her skin still warm from the run and she headed quickly to freshen up. Cold water splashed over her arms and face, but instead of the usual sting that would make her muscles scream in protest, now it simply trickled over her skin. There was no more pain, just relief.When she stepped out of the washroom, trails of water sliding down her arms, she caught her reflection in the mirror and something caught her eye. She took a he

The image of Anana’s face twisted in her mind into something she wanted to see broken. Her thoughts churned so violently she could barely sit still; her mind was a nest of tangled fury. Staying in her quarters was impossible, she needed to clear her head before she tore the place apart.She rose abruptly, snatching her weapons from their stand. Her movements were sharp and calculated. She opened the door to her chamber and stepped into the dim corridor. She stepped out with a storm in her eyes and weapons strapped to her back. Her pace was quick, every step pounding the ground like it had personally offended her.The young warrior's strides lengthened, her fury guiding her into the woods. She didn’t care that darkness draped the forest like a shroud, or that the towering trees loomed like ancient, silent statues. Nothing in this place frightened her, not the shadows, not the wind, not the whispers between the branches.Her destination was a secluded clearing deep in the heart of the