Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Ira’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sudden shift in Anana’s expression, but she said nothing.A guard rushed into the training ground, his breathing labored. “Warrior Ira…you are summoned by Alpha Lucien.”Ira’s gaze lingered on Anana, a faint smirk curling her lips. “Looks like it’s your lucky day. Training continues in the evening, don’t be late.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and followed the guard.Anana stood frozen for a moment, her emotions tangled, then she too turned to leave. Her bare feet dragged softly against the stone floor, hands clutching the sides of her plain white gown. Her mind spun with questions.What was happening? Why was no one telling her anything?Halfway up the corridor, she looked up and spotted Lucien and Ronan at a far corner. Their faces were set in stone, voices low and sharp. Every line of their posture screamed the weight of their discussion.Maybe I can talk to him, she thought. Maybe I can convince him to let Ira stay.She had only taken

Aliyah’s eyes shot open. Her chest heaved rapidly as her hand pressed against her damp nightgown, soaked through with sweat. A faint cry escaped her lips, the last fragment of her nightmare still lingering in her ears. She forced herself to sit up, clutching the sheets tightly, her breaths low and uneven.Her legs trembled as she swung them off the bed. The wooden floor felt cold beneath her bare feet as she walked slowly toward the washroom. She turned on the basin’s faucet, letting the cool water run, and splashed her face repeatedly. Droplets slid down her pale skin, but the heaviness in her eyes did not fade. She braced herself against the sink, her palms pressed flat against the stone as she leaned forward.Her reflection stared back, hollow eyes, damp strands of hair sticking to her temples. She looked tired, worn down by battles no one could see. Her gaze drifted to the side and there, resting against the edge of the sink, was her pendant.The small trinket shimmered faintly i

Aliyah's lip curled faintly as the Black Witch's words lingered in the air.“You’ve truly grown.”The warmth of the witch's hand still lingered on Aliyah’s cheek, soothing and gentle. Almost without thought, Aliyah lifted her hand to rest upon it. Her palm pressed gently covering the witch’s palm. The heat of that touch seeped into her, grounding her in a way she hadn't felt in so long.Her lashes lowered, shutting out the world. In a soft breath, she whispered, “Indeed… I have.”When her eyes opened slowly, she gave the faintest nod of certainty. A quiet confirmation that she had really grown.“How do you feel now?” the Black Witch asked, studying her eyes.Aliyah drew in a breath and muttered, the words soft yet laced with quiet strength. “Better than ever.” Her lips curved into a fragile but real smile. She lowered her gaze briefly, then added with a breathy laugh. “Though… all that crying has left me lightheaded.”The Black Witch chuckled, shaking her head.With careful movement,

Elia’s fingers trembled as her eyes moved over the parchment from her uncle.Two kinds of the same plant…The words blurred, her vision swimming. One of enchantment, the other poisonous. Nearly identical, almost impossible to tell apart.Her heart pounded violently in her chest. To think that a single mistake could mean death. She pressed the letter against her chest, her body cold, her mind burning with curiosity.She needed to see it, to feel it, to touch it.That night, beneath the dim glow of her candle, she penned her reply in hurried strokes. Her plea was simple but urgent:I need a live sample. Is there no one who can help with this? She tied the parchment swiftly and sent the owl gliding into the night.The silence that followed was torture. Days crept by with aching slowness. Her body was restless, her thoughts consumed by the plant.Three nights later, the sound of wings fluttered at her window. Elia sprang up, snatched the message, and broke the seal with frantic fingers.H

Lucien’s eyes were sharp when he addressed Ira and Ronan in the council chamber. The candles around him flickered against the stone walls, but his voice was firm, heavy with command.“The tournament will not take place tomorrow.” He said, his tone heavy, leaving no room for argument. The air itself thickened at the decree. Lucien leaned forward, his authority still pressing heavy. “The young Alpha intends to strike during the tournament. If we move as planned, we play directly into his hands.”He paused, his gaze shifting to Ronan. “You will make the announcement and you must ensure every soul entering this fortress is searched thoroughly.”“No exception, contestant, merchant, guest, or warrior. We cannot afford even a shadow to slip through unchecked.”Ronan bowed slightly, his broad shoulders squared with resolve.“It will be done.” He said, his voice a vow rather than a reply.Ira stood beside him and followed in silence, her face calm but her mind already calculating the threads