บททั้งหมดของ Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Dark King: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Aria’s back hit the pillar of light so hard she gasped, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. Across the chamber, Erevan slammed against the pillar of shadow with a snarl, his hands already clawing at the invisible force holding him there. Between them, the glowing line on the floor pulsed like a heartbeat—one that did not belong to either of them.The Trial’s voice, woven of light and shadow, reverberated through the chamber.Answer, Convergence. Answer, Shadow King.What will you surrender to save the other?Aria’s fingers curled into fists. Her chest heaved. The light behind her pressed like a burning hand against her spine, trying to seep into her ribs, into her heart, into her mind. It wanted something. It demanded something.Erevan fought against the shadows holding him, teeth bared, muscles trembling with fury. “I won’t entertain this,” he growled. “I won’t choose—”You must.The Trial’s voice cracked like a whip—sharp enough to make Aria flinch.Erevan lunged again, m

The darkness did not feel like Erevan’s shadows.His shadows were warm, familiar, alive—this darkness was cold and depthless, a void without edges, swallowing sound and breath alike. Aria tried to inhale, but nothing moved in her chest. Panic clawed at her ribs as she reached blindly through the suffocating black.“Erevan—?” Her voice didn’t echo. It barely existed.Then—a heartbeat.Not hers.A flicker of warmth brushed her fingertips, faint as a dying ember.She surged toward it.Her palms collided with something solid—a body—slumping weight against her hands. Aria’s breath hitched as she felt the coarse fabric of Erevan’s coat beneath her fingers, then the tremor of his breath, shallow and struggling.“Erevan.” Relief flooded her so sharply it stung. “Gods—Erevan, stay with me—”His hand found hers in the dark. His grip was weak, but real. “Aria…”Before either could say more, the void around them pulsed.A low hum rose from every direction, vibrating through her bones. The darkn

The moment their fingers brushed the Core, the world detonated.Light and shadow erupted in a violent sphere around them, a storm of pure, unfiltered realm-magic that seized their bodies, their breath, their bond. Aria felt her feet leave the ground as the force lifted them both into the air, suspending them in the center of the chamber. The Core pulsed under their hands like a frantic heartbeat—too fast, too unstable, splitting along invisible seams.Aria’s vision blurred with streaks of gold and black. Erevan’s grip on her hand tightened until their knuckles strained.“Don’t let go,” he shouted over the roar.“I won’t!”The Core cracked.A shockwave slammed into them. Aria’s spine arched involuntarily, a burning spear of light ripping through her blood. Erevan convulsed beside her as shadow surged into him like a second heartbeat trying to overwrite his own.Aria felt her magic tear open.She felt Erevan’s do the same.Their bond flared—too bright, too raw—exposing everything they w

The explosion didn’t feel like light or shadow.It felt like unmaking.A force without color or shape tore through the chamber, ripping apart the very idea of space. Aria felt the Core rupture—not outward, not inward, but in every direction at once. Shards of pure energy spiraled around them like fragments of a shattered star, each piece humming with the power of creation and destruction.Aria’s body arched violently as the raw force surged through her veins. The breath was torn from her lungs. Her heartbeat stuttered, then raced, then stuttered again. She felt Erevan’s fingers locked around hers—his grip desperate, trembling, refusing to slip free even as the world around them dissolved into nothing.“Aria—hold on—” Erevan choked out, voice breaking under the strain.“I’m here,” she gasped. “I’m not letting go—”Their bond flared brighter than it ever had—bright enough to sear the inside of Aria’s mind. She saw him. He saw her. There were no barriers now, no walls, no illusions of se

The air thickened until Aria felt it settle on her shoulders like a mantle of stone. The merged throne pulsed again—once, twice—each beat radiating through the chamber like a deep, resonant drum. It wasn’t merely awakening.It was calling.Erevan’s hand tightened around hers, anchoring her as the floor beneath them rippled outward in a perfect circle. Silver cracked through the dark stone like lightning frozen mid-strike, forming intricate patterns—sigils, runes, spells older than the oldest realm. Aria felt the pull in her chest, in her bones, in the bond linking her to him.A summons.A demand.A beginning.The Fractured retreated to the far edge of the chamber, their face unreadable. “Once the throne awakens, the union is no longer a choice. It must be proven.”Aria swallowed. “Proven how?”But the Fractured didn’t answer.The chamber did.A shockwave burst from the throne—silent but forceful—sending Aria’s hair whipping around her face. Erevan grunted, planting his feet, one arm i