Claimed by the Forbidden Alpha: Wild Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

The scent of ozone and death preceded the arrival of the Alpha Prince. The Iron Fortress, a black granite outpost that Isolde believed to be impregnable, trembled under the impact of a fury unprecedented in the history of the royal lineage. Cedrik advanced through the outer corridors like a force of nature, his human form distorted by the overflowing power of the wolf. He no longer wielded a sword; his hands, now claws of pure bone and muscle, tore through oak doors and steel armors as if they were made of rotten linen.The deserters who dared to stand in his way had no time for pleas. Cedrik massacred them with a silent and horrifying efficiency. There was no military strategy in that advance, only the blind impulse of a predator whose sacred bond had been violated. Freya's trail—the scent of sandalwood now mixed with the icy odor of fear and awakened ancestral magic—guided him through the stone labyrinth to the deepest dungeons.When he finally reached the door of the maximum-securi

The twilight that settled over the royal castle no longer brought the uncertainty of previous nights, but the gravity of an unshakeable purpose. In the Great Arsenal, under the dull glow of resin torches and the acrid smell of weapon oil, the silence was filled only by the sound of metal being sharpened. Cedrik stood in the center of the hall, his black combat armor now displaying the seal of his lineage with renewed ferocity. At his side, Freya was no longer the prisoner he had once dragged through the ashes. She wore a reinforced leather and suede outfit, practical for battle, but her stormy eyes carried the golden light of the Ancestral Luna, a silent authority that made even the most veteran soldiers bow their heads in involuntary respect.Before them, Captain Kael and fifty of the prince's most loyal warriors—wolves who had served on the borders and despised the Queen's palatial intrigues—awaited the command. The mark on Freya's neck, a silvery scar that seemed to vibrate with a

The crack of the first oak door being split in half echoed through the granite corridors like the onset of an earthquake. The royal castle, once a fortress of silence and icy order, had transformed into a labyrinth of screams, clashing metal, and the deafening growls of a civil war that shattered every bond of lupine discipline. The invasion did not come from outside, but from the very bowels of the kingdom. Cedrik’s loyal soldiers advanced like a black tide, clashing with Isolde’s personal guard on every staircase, in every antechamber, staining the luxurious carpets with the blood of pack brothers.At the center of the storm, Cedrik and Freya moved with lethal synchronicity. He was steel and fury, his eyes transformed into unblinking golden slits that did not flinch before the carnage. She was the still eye of the hurricane, the light that prevented the darkness of hatred from consuming everything. As they ascended toward the royal apartments, the chaos grew denser. Transformed wolv

The Queen’s Solar had transformed into an epicenter of destruction. The physical confrontation between Cedrik and Isolde was a blur of fury and Alpha power, a clash of titans that made the granite walls tremble and reduced the furniture to splinters. Cedrik fought with the precision of a warrior claiming justice, but Isolde, driven by centuries-old bitterness and a dark magic she had kept hidden in the shadows of her lineage, delivered blows that carried the chill of the void.At the climax of the duel, as Cedrik prepared for the mercy stroke, betrayal manifested. From the tapestries hidden in the walls, three Silver Janissaries, remnants of the elite that Cedrik believed he had decimated, leaped with daggers bathed in wolf’s blood—a paralyzing poison designed specifically to fell a sovereign. Cedrik, focused on the frontal combat with his mother, perceived the ambush too late. The vile metal sliced through the air toward his exposed back.“Now, my son, you will learn that destiny is

The great day dawned under a sky of such clear blue that it seemed washed by the rains of redemption. The Royal Castle, once a monument to Isolde’s oppression, was now adorned with silver and crimson silk banners fluttering in the wind under the gaze of thousands of subjects. Humans and lupines crowded the squares, no longer segregated by fear, but as a vibrant mass of anticipation. The coronation of Cedrik and Freya was not merely a transfer of power; it was the celebration of a union that legends had called impossible and that blood had proven sacred.The ceremony in the Glass Hall was a succession of lights and symbolism. Beneath the transparent dome that allowed the sun to bathe the sovereigns, Cedrik knelt before the Elder Harek. The mourning and fury of war had given way to a regal serenity on his face. When the crown of iron and obsidian was placed upon his head, he did not rise immediately. He waited for Freya.She approached dressed in a cloak that seemed woven from threads o