The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The morning after the attack, the palace woke to sunlight.As dawn strengthened, the palace lights receded, programmed systems ceding to natural light across the courtyards. Dawn crept over pale stone, catching on banners and towers, gilding the scars left behind. Healers moved through the open spaces like swift river water—quiet, purposeful—binding ribs, stitching skin, counting their own and finding them present.No bodies lay wrapped for burial.That mattered.Talia stood near the edge of the old dais, one hand braced against the carved stone, the other resting instinctively over her belly. Life pulsed steadily beneath her palm. Three heartbeats. Three anchors. Kaela stirred inside her, alert but not alarmed.We held, the wolf said. The Pack held.Lucian stepped up onto the dais as the sun cleared the eastern ridge. Dawn caught in his hair, burnishing the silver threads at his temples until they looked like honor rather than age. He surveyed the courtyard once—guards, wolves, healer

The cells reeked of damp stone and scorched silver, the sharp tang of burned flesh clinging to the air. She sat straight-backed, shoulders square, posture drilled into muscle memory. Soldier to the end. Chin lifted. Eyes sharp.Defiance, not fear.Lucian stood at the head of the cell, expression unreadable, blue eyes cold enough to cut. Talia stood beside him, close enough that his presence anchored her without a word. Kaela paced inside her chest, restless and furious.Casius flanked Alina. Dorian stood with Amalia near the wall. Elder Neris watched from the shadows, hawk-eyed and silent. In the doorway, the old King observed everything, ice-blue gaze heavy with things he would never say aloud.Lucian broke the silence.“You were one of my best,” he said evenly. “You trained beside me. Bled beside me. So explain it. Why Mira? Why betray your oaths and endanger this Pack?”Ilode smiled.Not wide. Not soft.Sharp.“Because I remember,” she said. Her voice was steady, but grief lived be

The Prisoner EscapesLucian POVThe blood was still wet.It streaked across the inner gate stones in jagged lines, fresh enough to shine in the torchlight.WE WILL TAKE THE PUPS.THEY BELONG TO THE RIGHTFUL QUEEN.Lucian felt the words like a blade driven beneath his ribs.The message wasn’t madness. It wasn’t rage. It was deliberate—written slowly, painfully, with intent. Blood dripped down the stone and pooled at the base of the wall before trailing toward the service corridors.Ilode hadn’t just escaped.She’d been guided.“Seal this wing,” Lucian ordered, voice hard and controlled. “No one in or out.”Guards scattered instantly.Talia stepped closer without being told. Lucian felt her presence at his back, steady and unshaken. When the words take the pups burned through his mind again, his body reacted before thought—he shifted slightly, placing himself between her and the message.Mine.Anyone who reached for them would die.Talia’s hand brushed his wrist—grounding, calm. No fear

Casius POVThe fall tore the breath from Casius’s lungs.Stone spat them out like seeds into darkness that stank of old wine and older sins. He hit hard enough to see sparks, his shoulder screaming as he rolled. Copper filled his mouth. Dust coated his tongue. He came up on one knee with a snarl, hands already searching the dark.“Alina—?”“I’m here.” Her voice shook—but it was alive.She pushed up beside him, hair tangled, eyes bright with the wild, dangerous light that always hovered just beneath her calm. Relief slammed through him hard enough to make his chest ache.Behind them, the guards groaned. One staggered upright, blade half-drawn. The other clutched a bleeding arm, teeth bared in pain—but both were conscious.Survivable.Casius forced his breath steady.The chamber stretched wide, stone ribs arching overhead. Runes bled faint light along the walls, old and layered—some wolf, some witch, some warped into something neither. Rusted racks leaned against the stone. Chains hung

Alina’s POVThe ceiling ruptured.Not cracked, not collapsed—but split, as if something above had torn it open by force.Air detonated through the chamber in a violent blast. Stone screamed. Dust exploded outward like shrapnel.“Move!” Casius shouted.He shoved Alina sideways as a slab the size of a door smashed down where she’d been standing a heartbeat earlier. The impact rattled her teeth. Stone fragments sliced across her arm. The guards scattered, dragging the wounded, diving behind overturned crates as the chamber became a storm of falling rock and sparks.Alina hit the ground hard, breath tearing from her lungs. She rolled, came up coughing, ears ringing.Then another sound pierced the chaos. Not a collapse, but a deliberate impact. A heavy thud, a grunt, and the hiss of rope snapping tight. Two figures fell cleanly through the breach above.Amalia hit first, rolled, and was on her feet instantly, armor dusted white with grit. Dorian landed beside her with a curse, sword alread