The Bane And The Alpha Beast のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

RonanI let out another roar—deeper this time. Not a howl. A command.It ripped through the trees, rolled over the hills, and echoed back to me like thunder bouncing off the spine of a god.And then I waited.Five heartbeats later, the first came crashing through the brush.Brad.Followed by Crawl.Then Leo and Dex.Joseph arrived last, panting, barefoot, fists clenched like he was ready to punch Death in the teeth.They circled me in the snow, joining Wallace and Grimm. Eyes scanning the woods, jaws tight, hackles raised. “She’s gone,” I said without preamble.That was all it took.The air changed.Leo’s lips peeled back into a snarl. Dex’s fists clenched. Brad swore under his breath. Joseph’s eyes flickered gold.“Gone how?” Crawl asked, voice sharp. “You just mated—how the hell does she vanish right after?”“I left for a hunt,” I said, trying to stay calm but barely holding it together. “Twenty minutes. Came back to find nothing. No scent. No tracks. No trail. Not even the fucking

EliraI’d been pacing again. The stone underfoot didn’t give, but I think I was starting to wear a path in it anyway.Ash lounged near the brazier like a painting come to life—one of those immortal nobles from the old world, draped in shadow and silence, as if he had all the time in the universe. Maybe he did.“How about,” he said suddenly, “you show me what you can do.”I froze mid-step. “What?”He smiled. “Your magic. I want to see it. You’re sitting on something ancient, divine, and raw—and doing nothing with it. That’s like someone handing you a blade forged by gods and you using it to stir soup.”“Not interested,” I said flatly.“Oh come now.” He pushed off the wall and sauntered toward me, hands in his pockets. “It’s not every day I meet someone as powerful as me.”His grin turned wolfish. “Okay. Never. You can see why I’m so fascinated.”“No thanks,” I said, turning my back. “I’m good.”“Why?” His voice came from behind me now, too close. “Afraid to show me what you are?”I sai

RonanThe howl cracked through the silence like a gunshot—sharp, rising, urgent.Crawl.I didn’t hesitate.My legs were already moving before the echo faded, crashing through the underbrush, heart punching against my ribs. Every instinct screamed one thing—found it.Please let it be that.As I sprinted, the voices came next. Low, sharp, overlapping. I slowed just enough to listen, drawing closer in a crouch, careful not to break a twig or send the scent of my presence too far ahead.“She’s not here,” Grimm’s voice rumbled. “But this… this feels wrong. The air’s heavier.”“Did you find it?” That was Grimm again, questioning, impatient.“I don’t know,” Brad said. “Crawl swears he sees something, but I don’t—”“I know what I saw,” Crawl snapped. “It’s right there. In the clearing. The shimmer—look just past the tall stones—”I stepped out of the trees.“You’re right,” I said.Every head turned.Brad blinked. “You see it?”“I do.” I moved past them all, into the half-circle clearing where

EliraI woke to warmth.Real warmth. Not the biting chill of the Wastelands or the dry, ancient air of the threshold—but the kind that came from a hearth. A fire. Comfort.The mattress beneath me was softer than anything I’d ever laid on. It cradled my body like it had been handcrafted from a hundred shorn sheep and stuffed with the down of a thousand geese. My hand brushed the blanket draped over me—it was cashmere. Or the underworld’s luxury equivalent. Black, like everything else in this damned place.The walls were stone—obsidian, polished so smoothly they gleamed. A fireplace crackled nearby, its flames blue and violet instead of gold, casting strange shadows across the room.There was a large clawfoot bathtub on the far side. Steam curled above it, scented faintly with lavender and something darker, muskier. There were towels, oils, plush robes hanging from a hook.Gods, I wanted that bath. I’d been surviving on half-assed sponge baths since I arrived in the Wastelands.And then

EliraThe red dress felt like a compromise—if barely. I snatched it from Maela’s hands without another word and disappeared behind the divider.The air back there was warmer, humming faintly with the lingering scent of lavender oil and something smokier—like incense smoldering under silk. I let the robe fall from my shoulders, shivering as my bare skin prickled against the draft slipping beneath the screen.The deep crimson velvet fabric was soft, sinfully so, sliding over me like it already knew the shape of my body. It clung at the hips and dipped dangerously low in the back, leaving most of my spine exposed. The halter neckline also plunged low over the chest, practically to my stomach, and the slit… Gods, the slit might as well have been a provocation.But it was still better than the black one.Mostly.I adjusted the hem and stepped out, head held high even though my insides squirmed.Ash was lounging where I’d left him, elbow hooked over the arm of the chair like he was born on a