Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Thalia's POV ​The thick torrent of blood dripping from my chest struck the cold stone floor, instantly igniting the dormant, ancient blood magic runes carved into the labyrinth. ​I froze, staring down in absolute shock as the vibrant crimson fluid flowing from my body refused to simply puddle on the ground. Instead, the blood moved as if it possessed a dark, sentient life of its own. It slithered with terrifying speed across the rough, cracked stone, perfectly filling the deep grooves of ancient, prehistoric runes that had remained buried under centuries of dust and neglect. ​In an instant, the entire subterranean cavern violently shuddered. ​The intricate carvings stretching across the floors and walls exploded with a blinding, oppressive crimson light. A massive wave of pure, suffocating heat erupted from deep within the earth, obliterating the labyrinth’s freezing mist in a fraction of a second. ​At the exact same time, an agonizing sensation unlike anything I had ever experi

Lysander’s POV ​My Luna’s sheer courage and raw power tonight demanded a true proof of ownership. ​I walked down the dark corridors of the obsidian castle with heavy, deliberate steps. My arms tightly held Thalia’s body, which was completely wrapped in my black velvet cloak. Yet, the heavy fabric did absolutely nothing to hide her intoxicating scent. The sweet, metallic tang of ancient blood mixed with her primal feminine aroma continuously assaulted my senses, driving the beast within me insane. Aero, my inner wolf, was clawing frantically at the walls of my consciousness. ​He wanted out. ​He wanted to claim this woman right here, right now. ​Aero kept howling inside my head, fiercely demanding that no other male in this world would ever dare look at Thalia again. Damn it. Watching her completely level the sacred labyrinth of the temple with her Red Shadow Wolf earlier had almost stripped me of my sanity. ​She was so strong. So utterly deadly. ​On one hand, a profound sense of

Thalia's POV ​The golden crown, heavily studded with diamonds, sparkled brilliantly beneath the dim candlelight of the western tower. ​I sat in absolute silence in front of a massive, silver-carved mirror, staring intently at my own reflection. Several hours had already passed since that exhausting, feral night with Lysander. My body still harbored a faint, deep ache within my core—a vivid, unyielding reminder of the Lycan King’s absolute brutality on our bed of silk. ​However, the lingering fatigue vanished in an instant, completely replaced by a torrent of pure, unadulterated power coursing through every single vein in my body. The evolution of my strength had concluded flawlessly. ​The wedding gown I wore was crafted from the finest white silk, meticulously woven with silver thread. It hugged my curves with absolute perfection, accentuating my full breasts and the slender waist that Lysander’s massive hands had gripped without mercy last night. While it appeared stunningly eleg

Thalia's POV ​"Ah... ahhh... Lysander... that's enough..." ​I panted raggedly against his lips in the middle of our heated kiss. My entire body shook violently against the hard stone pillar as Lysander unleashed his final, incredibly deep thrusts, crashing hard against my core until I fell into a brief, shattering orgasm that made my entire frame shiver. ​His warm fluid erupted deep inside me once again, mixing with the remnants of last night. This man was entirely insane. Claiming me repeatedly right before we were meant to walk down the wedding altar. ​Lysander pulled himself out with a wet, deeply sensual sound. He quickly adjusted his slightly disheveled ceremonial clothes, his breaths still coming in heavy pants, while I smoothed down the layers of my silver gown, which had thankfully avoided being stained by our wild activity against the pillar. ​"The grand ceremony awaits us, my High Luna," Lysander rasps, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he stared at my swol

Thalia's POV ​Three months passed in flawless peace, melting away every single one of my horrific memories. ​I stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom in the obsidian castle, gazing out at the vast Western territory that now bowed entirely to our rule. The warm morning sun kissed my skin, but the real warmth was right behind me. ​A pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped tightly around my waist, catching me silently. Lysander pulled my back against his broad, bare chest, transferring his massive body heat directly onto my skin. ​"You're daydreaming again, my Luna," Lysander whispered deeply, his raspy voice vibrating right against my ear. ​The masculine scent of pine forest and winter storms flooded my senses, making me close my eyes in sheer comfort. I could feel his heavy breaths brushing the crook of my neck, followed by demanding little kisses. ​"I just never thought peace could feel this real," I answered softly, turning around in his embrace. ​I l