Bonded To The Alpha God of War のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

The cliff was merciless.A single step into the void would mean instant death. One glance down would drain courage from the bravest of hearts. The drop stretched endlessly, its bottom swallowed in thick clouds that concealed whatever lurked below. The air carried strange, haunting sounds, low growls, shrieks that didn’t belong to any bird she knew, the whispers of predators waiting for anything that fell into their lair.For a moment, Anana’s breath came hard, her chest burning. If she let go, death would not fail to greet her and devour her instantly. She clung to the cliffside, dangling by a knife that dug shallowly into the earth. The blade trembled under her weight, soil crumbling around it. Any moment, it could give.Her other hand reached desperately, finding a jagged stone that jutted out of the cliff face. Fingers bruised, nails tearing, she gripped it with everything she had. The knife quivered. The rock cut into her palm but she held on.Her lungs heaved as she whispered to

Anana staggered into her chamber, her body screaming with every step. Bruises blossomed across her arms and legs, her muscles felt torn apart from within, and dried blood clung stubbornly to her skin. Her war outfit, once proud and fierce, now looked like a ragged cloth, it was soaked in sweat, stained with dirt, smeared with blood. Her hair was a wild mess of tangled braids, streaked with dust, leaves, and broken bits of wood.Each breath was a weight, heavy and ragged and her every movement was a battle.But she pressed forward, dragging herself into the washroom.Cool water cascaded over her battered frame, washing away the grime, the blood, the sweat of war. The water stung against her wounds, but she bore it in silence, her face set like stone. She scrubbed until her skin showed pale through the redness of battle, until her reflection stared back at her as someone almost unrecognizable.When she stepped out, her eyes fell on the discarded war outfit crumpled against the wall. I

The next stage was the field of darts.The open plane stretched wide, flanked on both sides with towering wooden poles pierced with blackened holes. Those holes weren’t empty, hidden within them were dart projectors, silent but alive, waiting for movement. The ground was slick from the rain, puddles gleaming under the pale light of the day, and though the field looked harmless, every contestant knew it was a death trap in disguise.Lucien’s warriors stood watch at the far ends, grim and unmoving, ready to drag out the fallen.Contestants went through in groups of five, each separated by the towering wooden poles of darts. Some made it across… barely, with darts grazing their skin. Others dropped midway, bodies stiff as stone, their legs buckling under paralysis before they were pulled out like discarded dolls.Then came the fat contestant’s turn.He took in a deep breath and sprinted forward, his heavy feet pounding the ground. Darts shot from the sides in a vicious blur, slicing the

Lucien’s warriors carried Anana swiftly through the stone corridors, their boots pounding against the floor. Her body hung limp in their arms, her skin was pale beneath the sweat and dirt, her body battered and motionless.The healer’s chamber awaited them, warm with flickering lanterns and heavy with the scent of herbs. At the sight of Anana’s battered body, the healer’s expression tightened.“Lay her down. Leave us,” she instructed firmly.The men obeyed instantly, lowering Anana carefully onto the cot. Without another word, they filed out, the heavy door closing behind them.Then Silence settled.The healer approached, her gaze tracing the bruises mottling Anana’s skin. They were deep, ugly marks of battle, but that wasn’t what unsettled her. She could sense it, the spell she had cast upon the girl days ago was fading, unraveling like threads slipping loose from cloth.She knelt beside the bed, lifting the edge of the scarf tied around Anana’s ankle. Beneath it, the flesh was swoll

The eight massive doors groaned open, and the forty contestants stomped into the arena, the sand crunching beneath their boots as the crowd roared.The vast circle of the open arena shimmered under the brightening sun, dust already rising from the ground.Some lifted their arms to the sky, soaking in the thunderous cheers of their packs. The loudest roar rose for the muscular warrior, his hulking frame glistening as he flexed with a wide grin. His name thundered the air in deafening chants.At that moment, the leader of the infiltrators signalled one of his men with two fingers, a silent reminder of the plan:Let Aliyah drain Anana out and then he would finish her with the final strike.His thumb brushed against the black ring on his finger, his lips curling at the thought of Anana’s blood staining the sand.Across the arena, Anana’s sharp gaze found the muscular warrior. Heat flared in her chest. He seemed to feel her eyes on him, he turned, met her stare, and smiled wickedly before