Cursed Bond of the Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Zyros’s POVBy the time I walked up to my door by dawn, it had already been locked. I knew this was Ronan's doing and it was definitely because he didn't want me to be there when Selvara gets killed.But I had to be there, to save her no matter what it takes. I hit the door several times, but all to no avail. I tried calling out to anyone available, but no one seemed to be around. By the time I would break down the door, it was already about two minutes till she got executed. I ran as far as I could, and I was there right in time for when the blade meant to execute Selvara was raised high. Fear gripped me, the bond drawing hard at me.My mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as the blade came down, hard and sharp, and the sound of it hitting flesh made my heart burn.ButLi6then the crowd gasped, not because Selvara had fallen, but because the executioner himself was choking on his own blood. His throat had been sliced open. His sword dropped from his hands, and he collapsed face-first into the d

SELVARA’S POVI walked up to the cracked mirror that hung on the wall of my chamber in the dungeon. My reflection was pale, almost ghostlike, but I forced a smile anyway. Tonight, I wanted to look decent. Tonight, I wanted to please Zyros. The thought made my stomach twist as I had been waiting for this night for forever.I carefully smoothed the dress I had chosen. It had to look good, and I had done everything to make it so. It was simple but neat. It made me look softer, almost normal, of which I was not. For one moment, I let myself imagine that Zyros would look at me and see more than just a cursed omega. As... as his Luna.My eyes went to the tray of wine I had placed on the table. My hands trembled as I picked it up, the glass crinkling slightly as they hit each other. And with one last glance in the mirror, and a shaky smile, I left the room and walked to Zyros’s chamber.I knocked and was met with silence. He was probably sleeping, I think to myself, but I knocked again, stil

Zyros’s POVThe door opened wider to reveal Elder Ronan who stood in the doorway. His sharp eyes were obviously angry as it locked straight on us. Selvara gasped and pulled the blanket over herself. I quickly dragged it higher, shielding her from his gaze. My chest tightened. Only the moon goodness knows what else he was up to.He didn’t speak. No, he just didn’t need to. His lips curved into a slow, mocking smile before he stepped back, closing the door behind him. I cursed under my breath. Ronan had seen everything, and with his face, I could tell he had a lot planned already.All he just needed to do was have me caught.Selvara’s hands trembled as she clutched the blanket. I could clearly see shame burning in her face. I leaned close, whispering: “I'll protect you now" It was all I could say for now, but deep down, I wasn't completely sure if I had all it took to protect her.I left before I lost control. My wolf clawed inside me, restless and raging as I stormed back to my chamb

Selvara’s POVDarkness folded over me when the creature pounced. I expected claws and teeth, but instead, the world spun around making me land hard on the ground. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the pens anymore.I was standing in the middle of a forest. The trees stretched tall and endless, A silver mist rolled over the ground, as my heart hammered.“Where… where am I?” I whispered. “You are where the truth lives.” I heard a voice behind me and I turned sharply, and that was when I saw her.A woman stood there. She was glowing faintly. Her hair shimmered in silver like liquid light, her eyes were a deep pool of white. She looked ageless, neither young nor old. She was clothed in a flowing robe. She slid towards me. Yes, she wasn't walking, as her feet barely touched the earth.“I am Sephine,” she said. “An echo of those who came before you.” she introduced herselfI blinked. “Ancestral spirit?”Her lips curved into a faint smile. “Yes. And your guide, if you will let me.I shook

SELVARA’S POV The chamber grew silent after the council members left. The echo of their footsteps faded down the corridor, leaving only the sound of my own breathing. I was bound to the chair in the center of the room, and my wrist was really aching from the way the strap I was tied with digged into my flesh. I lowered my eyes to the floor and when I shifted and pressed my wrists hard against my sides. My fingers brushed against the small knife I had managed to tuck into my pocket before being dragged here. They had searched me, but not well enough. I held my breath and angled the blade awkwardly. The leather cut into my wrists, but I sawed slowly and carefully. The ropes frayed, then loosened. I did a few more pulls, and the straps fell free. I gasped softly, rubbing my sore wrists. I stood carefully, my legs still stiff from sitting so long. I turned toward the window slowly. I saw a bigger knife on its edge, it was not there a few minutes ago, so I wondered who had placed it