Semua Bab Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The healer had barely recovered from the crushing weight of the visions… the Luna’s final moments, her cries for Aurelia, Selene bleeding her life away, the screams that haunted the battlefield. Her eyes were still wet, heavy with tears that refused to dry. Her body still trembled as though her very soul had been bruised.Then the vision shifted again.Kaelthorn stood tall in front of the Assassin Leader, a towering figure cloaked in black, his face hidden beneath a shadowed hood. The assassin’s voice was cold, even, and dangerous, as he raised his brow and studied Kaelthorn.“I presume you won the battle,” he said, the words hanging thick in the air.Kaelthorn’s lips curved into a grim smile. Without speaking, he shoved someone forward. The figure stumbled, hands and legs shackled in thick chains. His body barely had a scratch, proof of his divine abilities. His name slipped like a whisper from the healer’s lips as she recognized him.“Darian…”The Alpha’s younger brother. Lucien’s f

The healer’s eyes snapped back to their natural hue. The whiteness bled away slowly, like mist retreating before dawn, until her irises were as they once were. She remained seated beside Lucien, her hands trembling faintly in her lap.Her head bowed, her hair shielding her face. She could not speak… not after what she had just witnessed in the endless current of the vision.She rose abruptly, pushing herself to her feet with a suddenness that betrayed her desperation to leave.Lucien immediately stood as well. His eyes never left her, as though tethered by an unseen cord.Ronan shifted in his seat, prepared to trail after them, but Lucien’s hand snapped up in a sharp gesture.“Stay,” Lucien said, his tone low but commanding. “Watch the trial.”Ronan hesitated, then sat again, his gaze flickering toward the arena.…In the open circular arena, the air was thick, thrumming with something that was not just anticipation but fear itself. The heavens rumbled above, clouds rolling like dark

The hidden chamber throbbed with deadly silence, its rune-etched walls faintly glowing as Iris laid Anana’s limp form upon a bed draped with silken sheets. Iris’s brows furrowed; She could feel it… the torrents of raw power leaking from Anana’s body like cracks in a dam about to burst.Anana’s chest heaved in a violent rhythm, her lips parted in shallow gasps, her limbs twitching uncontrollably. Sweat beaded across her brow and soaked her outfit. But it wasn’t just exhaustion… something far deeper stirred inside her.The energy bleeding from Anana was no longer subtle. It poured off her in waves, invisible yet heavy, rattling the air itself. Her body vibrated violently as though torn between two forces. Iris’s sharp eyes widened… Anana’s wolf was trying to break through, clawing against the human shell, while her human form resisted, trying desperately to cage it back inside.“She’s fighting herself,” Iris whispered, pressing her palm lightly against Anana’s forehead. Her skin was hot

Ronan stood before Lucien, his expression grim, his tone edged with urgency.“My lord, after a thorough investigation… it’s confirmed. The infiltrators are from the Assassin Clan.”Lucien’s body stilled. His blue eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, the silence in the chamber was deafening. Then his jaw clenched so hard it looked like he could shatter teeth.“The Assassin Clan…” he muttered, disbelief cutting through his usually cold voice. “They’ve shown no threat in years. Why now?” His gaze darkened, the thought twisting in his mind. “Unless… they’re in alliance with the young Alpha.”Ronan shifted, his hand on his sword hilt. “If you permit me, Alpha, I will go to the Assassin Clan myself. I’ll confirm this.”Lucien turned to him, his expression colder than ice. His voice came low and lethal.“No.” His eyes glowed faintly. “It looks like it’s time I pay the Assassin Clan a little visit myself.”…The next day, the ground trembled under the boots of Lucien and three of his warrio

Sunlight came like a benediction through the high windows of Anana’s room, painting the floor in pale gold. After five days in Iris’s chamber, she was finally home…her room. Her feet found the cool floorboards as she walked, and the silk gown Lucien had left beside the bed slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her ankles like spilled milk.She stood for a moment, a naked silhouette backlit by the morning light, then moved toward the washroom. Water ran warm and strong, and the stream felt like a small mercy, washing the exhaustion from her skin. Steam curled, blurring edges; the world narrowed to the sound of water and her own uneven breathing.When she finished she lingered at the mirror. The glass fogged under her fingertips until she drew a neat line through the condensation with the pad of her thumb. Her reflection clearer: pale cheeks, dark lashes clinging with moisture, hair plastered to her face. For a heartbeat the flash came back… Aliyah’s death, the blade, the death that