บททั้งหมดของ Kidnapped by the Alpha : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 21: The Fractured FlameThe sky burned crimson as if the heavens themselves bled for what was unfolding.Aria moved through the chaos like a blade unsheathed. Every breath was smoke, every step slick with blood, yet her senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. The rhythm of battle should have drowned her, but underneath the clash of steel and guttural war cries, she heard something else—something darker. It slithered beneath her skin, that pulse of wrongness she had felt growing, a storm coiling just out of sight.Her hand tightened on her weapon. She knew its source before her eyes confirmed it.Across the battlefield, flames curled in unnatural arcs, bending away from their nature to serve a single will. Lucien.For one moment, the noise faded, and it was only him.---Lucien felt the earth tremble under the weight of power, his power, surging untamed through the battlefield. He hadn’t meant for the flames to bend like this, hadn’t asked for the shadows that licked along his arms

Chapter 23: Fracture of CommandThe ground’s last convulsion had left the battlefield in tatters. Where once lines had stood, now there were only islands of scattered fighters clinging to broken earth.Kael drove his sword into the dirt, rallying what survivors he could pull to him. His voice cut through the storm.“Form up! Shields to the wounded—don’t let the gaps swallow us whole!”But even as he barked the words, he knew their formations were broken. Discipline was buckling under panic, and panic under something far older—fear of what Lucien was becoming.Kael’s eyes flicked to the center, to Aria standing at the edge of the abyss with her blade raised, her faith burning against the shadow consuming Lucien. His stomach churned. He had fought wars, commanded men, faced death. But this—this was watching the scales of the world tilt, and knowing one slip would crush them all.---Rowan stood farther back, his vantage granting him a grim panorama. He was no stranger to desperation; he

Chapter 25 – Clash in the StormThe world tore apart.Flame and shadow burst outward in a cataclysm that ripped men from the earth and silenced screams in ash. What had once been a battlefield—lines, banners, formations—ceased to exist. It became chaos incarnate, a living storm of fury, alive and merciless. And at its heart stood Lucien.And within reach of him—Aria.Lucien rose from the shuddering ground, his form wreathed in darkness so dense it blurred the edges of his body. The mark along his arm blazed white, veins lit like molten fire that seemed to boil beneath his skin. His face was a mask of torment, every feature carved in shadow and flame.His eyes were not his own. Storm-dark, yet flickering, trembling, caught between man and abyss. The tether that bound him to Aria thrummed violently, threads stretched thin, vibrating with both desperation and destruction.The shadows drove his arm upward. A blade of fire roared to life in his hand, forged from the storm itself. The heat

Chapter 27: Blades in the MaelstromThe storm convulsed, swallowing cries, shattering stone, drowning steel in shadow-fire.Aria tried to rise. Her palms pressed into the ruined earth, her breath ragged, blood dripping warm down her side. Every movement tore fire through her ribs. Her blade lay beyond reach, glinting faint in the storm’s glow.She crawled toward it, every inch a war against her body. Her vision blurred, darkness threatening to take her. But she forced herself on. If I fall now… it’s over.---Kael roared, his sword lifted high, shield braced against the shrieking gale. His boots hammered the broken ground as he drove into the storm. The shadow-flames clawed at him, searing his arm, but he did not slow.He saw Lucien, towering in the heart of it all, his fireblade raised, his form trembling as if ripped between worlds. Aria lay crumpled in the dirt behind him.“Lucien!” Kael’s voice split the storm. “If you want her life—you’ll have to take mine first!”He struck.---

Chapter 29 – When the Sky BreaksThe storm shattered.A sound like the world itself tearing ripped across the battlefield, so vast it seemed to split bone and sky alike. Shadow-fire exploded outward in a devouring wave, shredding banners to rags, hurling men like dolls, and snuffing torches as though the night itself had swallowed flame.The clash of armies dissolved into chaos. Soldiers tumbled into one another, friend and foe indistinguishable beneath the fury of wind and shadow. Shields spun into the dark like leaves torn from branches, blades ripped from hands before they could strike. For a heartbeat, there were no sides, no commands, no war—only ants beneath a collapsing sky.And at the storm’s center, four figures stood—or staggered—at ground zero.Aria hit her knees as the blast ripped through her body. Her sword slipped from her hand, clattering against stone, its steel ringing like a cry. Smoke seared her lungs with every desperate breath, her vision swimming in ash. Her pal