Marked By Pain, Crowned By Power のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Seravyn's POVThe explosion rocked everything.The deafening bang sound tore through the air right beside Caelrix, the wave of the blast sending everyone rushing back and slamming into us like a giant hand. Heat scorched my skin as thick black smoke exploded everywhere, sending dirt, pieces of wood, and sparks flying in every direction. The force threw me hard to the side, and the warrior gripping my arm stumbled with me, his hold loosening for a precious second.But a second I wasn't able to take as my ears rang painfully and I kept coughing through the choking smoke, my heart thundering with panic. What just happened? I asked myself as I squinted my eyes to make sense of anything happening around me.Could that have been another attack? I asked again as my eyes were unable to grab hold of any sight.And before I could fully regain my balance, a loud cry cut through the chaos around me.“Get your filthy hands off her!”Then Lirvae burst out of the smoke like a caged animal, jumpin

Zoriven's POVIt felt like the stars aligned for me this night. The moon, the goddess… everything just came down for my good.It was the one place that made sense as to where she'd go after such an experience.A place she could find the right kind of healing for her broken soul.Without looking back anymore, I pushed on beyond the main Pack building… beyond the edges of the city.The path along the forest felt longer tonight, each step echoing with the weight of the day’s chaos. My body protested with every movement as my bruised ribs stung with every raise of my leg and every sharp intake of air.Even a deep gash on my side throbbed with every swing of my hand while the stress of the whole fight and all finally started digging into me with every step.But the pain went far beyond the physical, none of that compared to the storm roaring inside my chest. The pack had suffered. My people had bled. All because one Alpha couldn’t accept the consequences of his own choices.Yet as I near

Caelrix POVThe door slammed open against the door with violent force.“CAELRIX!” I heard for the second time and my spine cracked straight.Valdremi's voice boomed through the healing room like thunder, making the walls vibrate. He stormed inside, his massive frame radiating pure fury as the healer scrambled backwards so fast he nearly tripped over his own tools. Exovyn stepped aside immediately, lowering his head in respect.I froze where I stood, still shirtless with fresh bandages wrapped around my torso, the sting of my wounds suddenly feeling secondary to the storm walking towards me.Valdremis stopped just inches away, his eyes blazing with contempt as he stared down at me. “What have you done, you arrogant, brainless boy?!”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “Valdremis, I—”“You what?!” He roared, cutting me off instantly. “You decided to launch a pathetic, half-planned raid on another Pack’s territory without my consent?!”“It's not tha—”I tried again but he

Caelrix's POVWhat did I just hear?No, could she really mean that? Or was it just one of those in the moment things?I couldn't place my hand around it and before I could think any further, Thessaly went right back to riding me, but with more fierce and unrelenting passion now.Her hips rolled deeply, taking me all the way inside her with every downward thrust. The wet heat of her body gripped me tightly as she moved, her full breasts bouncing with each motion. Scarce lights from the moon above filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over her sweat-slicked skin.I gripped her waist hard, digging my fingers into her flesh as she leaned forward, her long hair flooding around us like a curtain.“My gawd, Thessaly…” I groaned, my voice rough with alcohol and slightly over the edge.She smiled down at me, her dark eyes gleaming as she looked to have won herself a medal. “Look at me,” she whispered, grinding down harder, her inner walls clenching around my cock. “Feel how wet I a

Seravyn’s POVThe morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my bedroom, painting long, pale gold stripes across the wooden floorboards. For a few seconds, as the fog of sleep lingered in my mind, everything felt peaceful. The mattress beneath me was soft, smelling cleanly of lavender and dried spices.Then, as I shifted, the sharp ache across my collarbone and the tightness in my calves brought the reality of the previous night rushing back.The smoke. The deafening roar of the explosion. The terrifying sight of Zoriven pinned beneath Caelrix’s blade, and the desperate, suffocating terror that had gripped my throat when I offered myself up to stop the slaughter.I sat up slowly, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes until I saw nothing. My wolf, Naryvex, stirred inside me, stretching her mind limbs with a low, protective purr. “We are safe,” she whispered, her voice clearer than it had been in weeks. “The Sun Flower Pack smells of life today. Not blood.”Everythi