Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

*Aria*The council ended in fragments.Lucian’s command had silenced the room for a handful of heartbeats, but once the echoes of his roar died, the murmur returned—quieter, sharper, splintered.He banged a hand on the table, knuckles cracking against wood.“We’re done for tonight,” he said, voice like stone. “Judgment will be rendered when I’ve spoken with each of you whose tongues ran fastest. Victor and Lena are confined to their quarters under guard until then. No exceptions.”Holt opened his mouth.Lucian’s eyes cut to him.“Do you wish to challenge my authority tonight, Elder?” he asked softly.Holt shut his mouth with a click.Victor’s face went red, then white.“You can’t confine us like criminals,” he sputtered. “We came here under truce, under—”“You came here under a contract you used to line your own pockets,” Lucian said. “And you conspired with rogues against my pack. You’ll stay under watch until I decide whether you get to stay at all. Be grateful it’s a room and not a

*Aria*The circle pulsed under me like a heartbeat.Wrong.Too fast.Too wild.Blood lines gleamed faintly in the dirt—some scorched black where I’d managed to sear them, others still wet and glistening in half‑finished shapes. Candles sputtered around the perimeter, their weird, greenish flames bowing and bowing as if in a wind I couldn’t feel.My wrists burned.Rope had rubbed the skin raw as I twisted against it; my efforts had only sunk it deeper.Every breath tasted of copper and smoke.Victor hovered beyond the edge of the ritual, knife in hand, face a strained mask of determination and fear. Lena knelt near my feet, one palm pressed to the earth like she could feel something moving under it, hair wild, eyes fever‑bright.“You had one job,” I rasped, throat dry. “Be less pathetic than the monsters who cursed us. You failed even that.”Victor’s jaw clenched.He looked old in that moment.Not in years.In spite.“You don’t understand what’s at stake,” he snapped. “You never have.

AriaFor one suspended heartbeat, I existed only in the space between them.Lucian’s arms—hard as oak, trembling with residual rage—crushed me against the solid wall of his chest. Kade’s hands—one behind my knees, one bracing the small of my back—held me steady, his touch somehow both fierce and careful. Blood, smoke, and cold sweat tangled with pine and wolf. The world was a blur of falling light and shattered magic.Then time slammed back into motion.Lucian’s grip shifted. One hand cradled the back of my head, pressing my face into the hollow of his throat. The other—still half-shifted claws extended—moved to my bound wrists.My breath hitched.A memory, sharp as a shard of glass: His claws at my throat. Gold eyes blank with ritual possession. The hot tear of my own flesh.For a terrifying instant, the images overlapped. The scent of blood, the gleam of moonlight on a lethal edge, the looming shadow of an Alpha lost to a power greater than his own will.I froze.His claws hovered o

AriaI woke to warmth and to the feeling of being watched.Morning light, soft and gold, filtered through the unfamiliar window of Lucian’s private chambers. The air smelled of woodsmoke, pine, and us—that intimate, tangled scent of sweat and skin and spent passion.Every muscle in my body ached. A pleasant, deep soreness from the night before, layered over the sharper, more brutal aches from the battle. Rope burns circled my wrists like grim bracelets. But I was alive. I was here. And I was wrapped in him.Lucian was propped on one elbow, facing me. He wasn’t just awake; he was utterly still, his gaze tracing the lines of my face as if committing them to memory. The fierce, possessive Alpha was gone. The haunted, desperate man from last night had been replaced by someone… open. His guard was down, his golden eyes soft, his expression one of such naked reverence it made my breath catch.“Hi,” I whispered, my voice raspy with sleep.A slow smile touched his lips, but his eyes remained

*Aria*The next morning, the war table was no longer just Blackmoon’s.Nightfang banners had been hung along the stone walls—darker cloth, different sigils—but they didn’t clash with ours the way I’d once imagined. Blackmoon’s silver crescent and Nightfang’s black wolf’s head shared the same draft of air, the same rising heat of bodies pressed into the old hall.Lucian stood at one end of the long oak table.Kade at the other.I took my place between them, hands braced on the scarred wood, the center point of a triangle that would either hold or snap under the blood moon.Around us, elders, betas, and seasoned warriors ringed the table. Rowan, Rhea, and Fen flanked my side. Nightfang’s second, a rangy wolf named Marek, mirrored them near Kade. The low murmur of competing conversations ebbed and surged as more wolves pushed in, hungry for plans, for reassurance, for someone to tell them their deaths would mean something if it came to that.No one looked at me like a guest anymore.I cl