Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

The stone in the wall turned with a heavy sound, revealing Cedrik’s silhouette against the flickering torchlight of the main chamber. But it was no longer the prince that Freya saw now; it was the beast in its purest, most terrifying form. His clothes were torn across the chest, exposing taut muscles that quivered beneath feverish skin. His eyes were orbs of incandescent gold, stripped of any human reason, fixed on her with a hunger that seemed capable of devouring the very darkness of the room.Freya backed away until her spine hit the headboard of the bed, but there was nowhere left to run. The air in the chamber grew thick, heavy with the oppressive scent of musk, Alpha power, and the electric charge of the full moon. Cedrik advanced, his movements no longer those of a man, but of a predator that had finally cornered its definitive prey. He released a low growl, a sound that vibrated through Freya’s bones, making her heart race in a frantic rhythm of terror and a forbidden exciteme

The confinement in the hidden chamber was beginning to shape a new kind of madness in Freya's mind. The air there was static, laden with the invisible particles of the night their bodies had fused, a memory she tried to bury under layers of rancor, but which emerged whenever the silence became too profound. Cedrik, perhaps realizing that his prisoner's mental disintegration would ruin his plans—or perhaps driven by an unease he himself couldn't name—appeared on the afternoon of the third day after the full moon with a proposal that accepted no refusal."We'll go out. The castle gardens are under maximum security. You need sun, and I can't stand the smell of stagnation in this room anymore," he declared, his voice maintaining the icy distance he had established as his new norm.They walked through internal corridors, avoiding the common areas of the court, until they reached the Secret Gardens, an enclave of exuberant biodiversity protected by high walls of black granite. There, nature

The double doors of the Silver Hall opened with a boom that instantly silenced the guttural murmur of the lupine nobility. The air in the room was heavy, saturated with the smell of roasted meat, strong wine, and the latent aggression of dozens of Alphas and their lineages, all gathered under Queen Isolde's icy gaze. At the top of the staircase, Cedrik remained motionless, his black gala armor reflecting the light of a thousand candles, but it was the figure at his side that held every breath in the room.Freya felt exposed in a way that no physical nudity had ever matched. By Cedrik's order—or rather, by the imposition of Isolde's game—she had been dressed in liquid silk of a deep crimson shade, the color of royal blood. The dress, though luxurious, was designed to be a provocation: the neckline was low, exposing the marks that the full moon night had left on her collarbone, and the side slits revealed her legs with every step, as if she were nothing more than an exotic pelt being di

The silence that settled in Cedrik's small private library after the bloody banquet was dense, almost palpable. Freya was seated in a birch armchair, still wearing the crimson silk now stained by the assassin's blood, while Cedrik paced back and forth like a wounded beast. He did not look at her; his attention was focused on the man who had just entered through a hidden door: Elder Harek, the chronicler of eras and the only being in the kingdom whose words could silence even the fury of a Queen.Harek was so old that his skin resembled worn parchment, and his eyes, clouded by cataracts, seemed to see beyond the veil of time. He did not bow; he simply walked toward Freya, who recoiled instinctively."Do not fear, little flower of the North," murmured Harek, his voice sounding like the rustling of dry leaves. "I have seen the blooming of gardens today. I have seen the blood spilled upon the silver. And I have seen what the Prince tried to hide even from himself.""Harek, say at once wha

The silence in the granite corridors of the royal castle was now populated by whispers that seemed to slither like serpents under closed doors. While Cedrik and Freya found a precarious sanctuary in the intimacy of the hidden chamber, the foundations of the kingdom trembled under the weight of once-unthinkable alliances. The instability provoked by the presence of the "human" in the heir prince's quarters had acted as a catalyst, breaking the ancient boundaries of hatred to give way to a shadowy convenience.In the decrepit taverns of the border and the damp caves of the Iron Mountains, the glow of torches illuminated faces that should never share the same air. Dissident wolves—warriors who saw Cedrik's fixation as a betrayal of the pack's purity—sat across from human rebel leaders who had survived the massacre of Oakhaven. What united them was not friendship, but the recognition that the throne was vulnerable. For the traitor wolves, Cedrik had become a weak Alpha, infected by sentim