Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Lucian's POVThe beast took over without warning.I felt it happening—the crack of bones, the tearing of muscle, the scream that was not quite human. The world went red. The pain was immense, but I did not fight it. I let it consume me. I let it take control.I remembered Darius's face. The triumph in his red eyes. The dagger in his hand, gleaming with enchanted light. Then the blade sinking into my chest.The pain was white-hot and unbearable.Then nothing._____________________I woke in darkness.I was in a forest. The trees were massive, their branches twisted together overhead, blocking out the sky. The ground was thick with moss and fallen leaves. The air was cold and damp.I did not know how I had gotten there.I pushed myself to my feet. My body ached. My chest was tender, but there was no wound. No blood. Just a dull throb where the dagger had pierced me.Then I heard it, a growl. Low and deep, rumbling through the darkness like thunder. It came from everywhere and nowhere, v

Elara's POV The days in this strange place was shorter than normal, the air here was different too. I sat at the window of our cottage, a cup of tea cooling in my hands, watching Arthur chase butterflies in the garden. His laughter drifted through the open window, bright and carefree. Kylan was with him, pretending to be a monster, stumbling and growling while Arthur shrieked with delight. It was perfect. Too perfect. I did not know when the thought had first crept into my mind. Perhaps it had been there all along, buried beneath layers of contentment. But now, in the quiet of the morning, it surfaced like a splinter beneath my skin. I looked around the room. The white walls. The wooden beams. The flowers in the vase on the windowsill. The painting of the meadow on the far wall. It was beautiful. Peaceful. Everything I had ever wanted. But something was wrong. I could not name it. Could not grasp it. But I felt it. A dissonance. A wrongness that hummed beneath the su

Elara's POVThe forest swallowed me whole.The moment I stepped past the tree line, the moonlight vanished. The warmth of the city, the sounds of the night, everything I had grown accustomed to—it all disappeared. There was only darkness. Only cold. Only the pressing weight of ancient trees and the silence that felt alive.I walked deeper.My feet moved on their own, carrying me forward. I did not know where I was going. I did not know what I was looking for. But something was pulling me. Something was calling.The darkness thickened. The air grew colder. I could see my breath misting in front of my face.The sound tore through the silence. A growl, scarier than anything I had ever heard before. It came from everywhere and nowhere, vibrating through the ground, through my bones.Fear froze me in place. Two red eyes gleamed in the darkness. Massive. Hungry.The beast stepped forward.It was bigger than before. More terrifying. Its body was twisted, covered in matted fur that dripped w

Lucian's POV The weeks that followed were a blur of rebuilding. The great hall was restored. The shattered chandeliers were replaced. The tapestries were rewoven, depicting scenes of peace instead of war. The bodies were buried. The wounded were healed. The kingdom slowly, painfully, began to put itself back together. I spent most of my time in meetings—with elders, with pack leaders, with the few alphas who had survived Darius's assault. We replaced the fallen alphas with those who had proven their loyalty. We redistributed lands that had been seized by Darius's allies. We retrieved the Orb of the Earth from where Darius had hidden it and returned it to the vault beneath Alpha Lancelot's territory. The human world had been sealed again. The barrier was restored. The scientists of the United State of Arcadia had retreated, their portal closed, their magic gone. They would not be back. Not for a long time. Not while I was alive. And through it all, Elara was by my side. Her pregn

Elara's POVThe great hall was transformed once again.But this time, there was no crown. No formal ceremony. No weight of expectation. This was a celebration, pure and simple. A gathering to honor the newest life in the Lycan Kingdom.Arthur.The hall was filled with laughter and music. Tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats and fresh bread and sweet cakes. Flowers cascaded from every surface. Children ran between the legs of adults, their giggles echoing off the stone walls. Warriors who had once fought side by side now clapped each other on the back and shared tankards of ale.I stood at the center of it all, Arthur in my arms, his tiny face peeking out from the white linen blanket. His gold eyes were wide, taking in the crowd, the lights, the noise. He did not cry. He simply watched, his small fingers curling and uncurling against my chest."He is not afraid," Lucian said, appearing at my side. His hand found my waist, warm and steady."He is not afraid of anything," I s