The Lycan king's Secret Triplets: I Ran From My Mate and Hid のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The fortress shook again.Stone dust drifted from the high ceilings of the council chamber as another explosion thundered outside the walls. The sound rolled through the corridors like a living beast, followed by distant screams and the clash of steel.For a moment, no one moved.Then Ronan roared.“Guards! Secure the inner gates!”The chamber erupted into motion. Warriors rushed toward the doors, claws partially shifted, eyes blazing with the instinct of battle.Aria’s pulse thundered in her ears.The triplets were no longer quiet observers.They were awake.Fully.War, the first repeated, his voice sharp with anticipation.Too many enemies, the second whispered, unease rippling through her chest.The third spoke calmly, almost eerily so.This moment was always coming.Across the chamber floor, Darius lay broken but still breathing. Blood pooled beneath him as guards dragged him away, his earlier confidence replaced by a chilling smile.“You can’t stop them,” he rasped as he passed R

The gates opened.Not in surrender.In defiance.A thunderous creak echoed through the fortress as the massive iron doors split apart, revealing the battlefield beyond. Wind rushed in, carrying the stench of corruption and the low, vibrating growl of the creature that waited.For one heartbeat—Everything stilled.Then Ronan stepped forward.And the war began.He didn’t look back.Didn’t hesitate.The moment his foot crossed the threshold, his body shifted—bones snapping, muscles expanding, fur bursting through skin in a violent, seamless transformation.The Lycan King surged forward in full form.Massive.Feral.Unstoppable.His roar split the air, shaking the very ground as he charged straight toward the advancing darkness.Behind him, the fortress army followed.Hundreds of wolves poured through the gates, their howls rising into a unified battle cry that clashed against the unnatural silence of the Purge forces.Steel met claw.Fang met armor.And the valley erupted into chaos.Fr

War did not return gently.It crashed back into the valley like a storm breaking its chains.The moment the creature roared, the Purge surged forward again—no longer hesitant, no longer uncertain. Their fear had been replaced by something worse.Obedience.Blind.Absolute.“Hold the line!” Marcus shouted as he shifted mid-command, his wolf bursting free and leaping into the fray.Garrick followed with a savage snarl, rallying his warriors into formation as they met the incoming tide.Steel clashed.Blood spilled.And the battlefield became chaos once more.But at the center of it—Two forces stood apart.Ronan.And the creature.Ronan gently lowered Aria behind the front line, his hands lingering on her shoulders for the briefest second.“Stay with the guards,” he said, his voice low but urgent.Aria shook her head weakly, gripping his arm.“I can still fight.”His golden eyes burned into hers.“I know you can.”A pause.“But right now, I need you alive more than I need you powerful.”

Silence after war is never peaceful.It is heavy.Uncertain.Haunted.The battlefield still smelled of blood and ash.Bodies lay scattered across the valley—Purge soldiers now motionless, no longer bound to the creature that had controlled them. Some stirred weakly, groaning as if waking from a nightmare.Others didn’t move at all.Freedom had come too late for them.Aria stood at the center of it all.Barefoot.Exhausted.Alive.Ronan’s arm remained firmly around her waist, holding her upright as if he feared she might vanish if he let go.“Easy,” he murmured against her hair. “You pushed too far.”“I didn’t have a choice,” she whispered.His grip tightened slightly.“There is always a choice.”She didn’t answer.Because part of her wondered if that was still true.Across the battlefield, the fallen Purge warriors began to rise slowly.Not as enemies.Not as allies.But as something uncertain.Confused.Lost.Marcus approached cautiously, wiping blood from his jaw.“They’re not attac

Dawn did not bring peace.It brought division.The fortress courtyard, once a place of order and discipline, had become a gathering ground of tension. Wolves stood in tight clusters, voices low but sharp, arguments breaking out in pockets like sparks waiting to catch fire.News traveled fast in the realm.And what they had witnessed yesterday—Could not be contained.Aria stood at the top of the stone steps overlooking the courtyard, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.“They’re afraid,” she murmured.Behind her, Ronan watched the growing unrest with a hardened gaze.“They should be,” he said.She turned slightly.“That’s not a good thing.”“No,” he agreed quietly.“It’s not.”Below them, a group of warriors broke into a heated argument.“She’s not one of us!” one of them shouted.“She saved us!” another snapped back.“Or doomed us,” a third added darkly.The words carried.They always did.Aria’s chest tightened.“This is how it starts, isn’t it?”Ronan didn’t answer immediately.