The Alpha’s Purchased Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

The Dead Zone was a graveyard of toxic black ash and broken memories. Tonight, it would become a slaughterhouse.We proceeded through the area without making any noise. The ten thousand wolves advanced as one gigantic breathing creature that moved through the ice-covered desolate land. The heavy armored transport trucks began to move forward through our central lines while their engines produced a soft rumbling sound that filled the nighttime air.I moved forward with Dante as my partner at the frontmost position of the vanguard. I held the handle of my new Moon-steel sword which felt cold and unmoving against my hand. The Daywalker Amulet emitted a golden glow which pulsed heat that matched the rhythm of my heart.Dante's voice traveled through the air to reach all soldiers in the ranks as he said, "Hold the line."The atmosphere around us began to change. The temperature dropped while the ash field became covered by a tidal wave that brought forth the stench of old blood which had a

Dawn broke over the Dead Zone, but for the first time in twenty-two years, the light didn't feel bleak.The sun lifted over the ragged Eastern mountains, pouring brilliant shafts of gold through the toxic ash. The remaining vampires had been gone since the first streaks of dawn touched the ground, scurrying away in blind terror north through the worlds toward the Nightlands. The Night-Thralls were waiting. Motionless, frozen in the snow, the black magic no longer coursed through their veins.The wolves of this continent had avoided the night.Dante was beside me, his broad, mighty chest heaving, his black moon-steel sword resting in the dirt. He reached out, his bloody, bruised fingers tracing the glowing edge of the Daywalker amulet still pressed to my chest."We have to lock the door," Danta muttered, staring eastward with his yellow eyes. ‘Before another Lord Vane gets bored and decides to test us.’I nodded, weary to the point of collapsing… or would have been had the ancient magi

The heavy oak doors of the palace medical wing violently burst open.I dropped the sterile bandages I had been organizing and spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Liam and Alpha Silas rushed into the room, their faces pale and slick with cold sweat. The two men used their bodies to carry Dante who was unable to walk.The continent's Alpha King appeared to be completely shattered.His entire black tactical armor was destroyed. His body showed numerous terrible dark bruises which made him struggle to breathe through his shallow ragged wheeze. Blood dripped from his lips, staining his chin and the pristine white tiles of the medical floor.I screamed Dante's name while I rushed to help them move his gigantic body onto the central surgical cot.Dr. Evans sprinted out of his office, taking one look at the Alpha King before immediately grabbing a pair of medical shears to cut away the ruined armor.I demanded an explanation while my hands stayed above Dante's body because I feared

The ascent from the dungeons was a race against the apocalypse.By the time Dante, Liam, and I reached the ground floor of the palace, the twenty-four-hour ultimatum had expired.The Iron Fleet was no longer firing warning shots. They were unleashing absolute hell, no question.A deafening barrage of heavy artillery rained down on the capital city, and the Sun-Fire wards, made to incinerate biological threats like vampires, just flickered wildly. Magical ultraviolet light was completely useless too, because those iron cannonballs were solid, like two-ton problems with no mercy.The grand stained-glass windows in the palace corridors shattered inward."The perimeter is breached!" a Black Summit guard screamed, running past us with blood streaming down his face. "They broke the gates!"We bolted out onto the second-floor balcony, looking down over the grand courtyard, and the view made my blood go cold like immediately.The immaculate marble square had been turned into a slaughterhouse.

The red emergency lights in the engine room strobed frantically, casting the descending Lycan warriors in a terrifying, bloody hue.Dante didn’t back down. He cracked his thick neck, his golden eyes locked hard onto that flashing detonator counting down behind him, like it was personal.One minute. Fifty seconds. The first Lycan hit the deck, swinging a massive iron battleaxe straight at Dante’s head, no hesitation at all.Dante didn’t even try to dodge.He lifted his left arm, letting the heavy iron blade slam uselessly against his primordial bone-armor. The axe shattered, bits scattering everywhere.Before the Lycan could even process the shock, Dante drove his right fist through the warrior’s chest plate, and the guy flew backward into the oncoming swarm, like the fight was already decided.“Is that all the Old World has?!” Dante roared, his voice a monstrous, vibrating thunderclap, that shook the steel grates under their feet like they were thin paper.They came at him all at once