The Alpha’s Claiming Bite のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

The circle was drawn in blood.Lena stood on the ridge, the cold night pressing against her skin, her breath mingling with the steam of the gathered pack. Every wolf in Blackwood stood silent, golden eyes reflecting the pale moon, their bodies taut with expectation. Not a whisper moved through them, only the weight of tradition—the law older than fire, older than crowns.The duel of Alphas.Across the circle of trampled earth, Cassian stood bare-chested, his body a lattice of scars that gleamed like white lightning against his skin. His smile was a blade, sharp and eager, as if the thought of blood excited him. His wolves lined the opposite ridge, snarling low, hungry to see their Alpha rise above Kade.But it was Kade who drew Lena’s gaze—always Kade.He stood at the center of the circle, stripped to nothing but power. His shoulders glistened with the sheen of the moon, muscles carved from fury and strength. The scar over his brow burned silver under the light. His golden eyes flicke

The silence after battle was never truly silence. It carried the weight of blood, of ragged breath, of hearts beating too loud in chests that had expected not to live to see this dawn. The field where the challenge had been fought still reeked of smoke, iron, and fur. Ash drifted in the air like dead snow, clinging to skin and settling in wounds that had yet to clot.Cassian’s body lay sprawled across the dirt where Kade had left him, his throat torn, his eyes glazed wide with the shock of defeat. For a wolf who had believed himself invincible, the stillness of his corpse was its own kind of message. His howl, once a threat that had rattled borders, was now silenced forever.The Blackwood pack gathered around their Alpha in a loose, reverent circle, every face streaked with sweat, mud, or blood. They had fought not as individuals but as one body, one beast, one will—and they had won. Yet victory did not taste sweet. It tasted of iron and exhaustion, of grief that simmered beneath reli

The council’s envoy left at dawn, his cloak trailing behind him like a dark omen across the frost-bitten ground. He had brought words of law, but his eyes had carried threats of steel. And now Blackwood stood on the knife’s edge of something far greater than one Alpha’s challenge.Lena stood at the heart of the clearing where the envoy had addressed them, the echoes of his pronouncement still heavy in her chest. Recognition by the Council comes with chains. Obedience. Vows sealed in blood. That was their offer. Their leash.Kade stood beside her, broad shoulders squared, jaw locked tight as if carved from the same stone as the mountains behind them. His hand brushed hers, not seeking comfort but anchoring her to the storm within him.“The Council will never see us as equals,” he said, voice low, meant only for her ears. “To them, Blackwood is wild, untamed, dangerous. They want dominion, Lena. And they will bleed us until they have it.”Her wolf stirred at the words, a low growl rippl

The parchment arrived before dawn, carried on the back of a black-feathered raven.It landed on the stone balcony outside Kade’s chambers, talons scraping the railing as it tilted its head in a way that felt too deliberate to be natural. Its eyes glimmered with a strange, intelligent sheen, and its beak clutched a roll of blood-red vellum bound in silver thread.The pack had seen ravens before. But this—this was no ordinary bird.Lena felt the hair rise on her arms as she stood in the doorway, watching. Something about it chilled her deeper than the winter wind that crept through the mountain pines. She couldn’t explain why, only that it carried not just a message, but a weight—a curse dressed as duty.Kade approached the railing in silence, his body taut with the kind of tension Lena had learned to recognize. The wolf in him hated this intrusion, this omen that dared to perch on his balcony as if it belonged here.The raven dropped the scroll into his palm. Then, without a sound, it

The bells grew louder with every step, each toll reverberating through Lena’s bones. The road narrowed, sloping upward between cliffs streaked with veins of silver and black stone. Torches lined the path, their flames blue instead of gold, burning with no smoke.At last the cliffs opened, and the Hall rose before them.It was not a castle, not in the human sense. It was something older, carved directly into the mountain, its arches sharp as fangs, its walls etched with runes that pulsed faintly as though alive. Twin statues of wolves guarded the entrance—massive, snarling beasts hewn from obsidian, their eyes set with rubies that glowed like fresh blood.The envoy turned, his crimson cloak pooling like spilled wine. “Enter. The Council is waiting.”The warriors exchanged wary glances. Even Kade’s stallion snorted, hooves stamping against stone, as if the beast itself sensed the wrongness of this place.Kade dismounted first, then helped Lena down. His hand lingered at her waist, groun