The Alpha Who Rejected Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

ELENA’S POV The white-gold luminescence of my signet ring flared frantically, reflecting off the dark pool of crimson rapidly expanding across the pristine marble floors. I buried both of my hands into Kaelen's shredded leather doublet, pressing down with the full, unmitigated weight of the Eclipse Core pulsing behind my ribs. The ancestral starlight rushed down my forearms like liquid lightning, but the black venom coating his father's execution blade had already done its work. The rot had systematically melted his internal channels down to the bone; his spiritual anatomy was completely liquefying, refusing to let my core's energy anchor. "Stay with me, Kaelen," I rasped, my voice a jagged, broken shiver that tore past the blood in my throat. Through our conductive bridge, the iron wire of the witch's curse inside my chest was twisting with a rapid frequency that dragged my own heart down into a hollow void. Every time his pulse skipped a beat on the stone steps, a synchronized

NIKOLAI’S POV The unholy white flames tore straight through the molecular fabric of my physical shell like a torrential wave of liquid lava. A strangled, throat-shredding roar of torment was ripped from my lungs as the Lord of the Ashen Rift flooded my frame. I went completely rigid in the center of the melting dais, the jagged shard of my half-broken claymore slipping from my blistered fingers to clatter uselessly onto the white marble floors. My newly restored northern wolf spirit—the one Kaelen’s final white-gold current had just stitched back together—didn't even get the chance to fight back. The cosmic entity crushed my internal defenses within a single millisecond, pinning my consciousness into a dark corner of my own skull. A beautiful, hollow cup, the entity’s double-toned, grinding frequency echoed cruelly behind my black eyelids. The prince left your channels empty, barbarian. You belong to the rift now. The physical transformation was a rapid cataclysm. The veins

ELENA’S POV The frozen wind of the northern ridges died the exact second my horse’s hooves crossed the black-briar border of the Whispering Thickets. The air turned heavy, thick with the stagnant stench of wet clay and old, curdled blood. Dead pine trunks twisted around each other like gnarled bone fingers, blocking out the moonlight and plunging the narrow trail into a suffocating, ink-black gloom. "Keep your shields locked and your mouths shut," I whispered over my shoulder. Behind my mare, the thirty elite shadow wolves of Alpha Vance’s stealth vanguard moved like gray ghosts through the roiling fog. They had wrapped their ironwood spears and canvas gear tightly to stifle any metallic ring. These were brutal warlords who had conquered territories through terror, but the low, rhythmic scratching sounds echoing from the undergrowth made their hackles raise. They knew the history of this swamp. This was Morana's territory. I kept my right hand buried deep inside my leather j

ELENA’S POV The swirling vortex inside the stone brazier radiated a bone-chilling, pressurized frost that smelled of old lavender and long-lost starlight. The luminescence of my signet ring flared aggressively against the dark oil, the uncorrupted current of the Eclipse Core thumping frantically behind my sternum as the reality of Morana's contract settled over my skin. The discovery that Kaelen had traded the soul of his firstborn child to force our tether had permanently shattered the last frozen pieces of my cold void. He had been a mind-controlled puppet under his father's submission spell during those nineteen years of my poisoning, but when he lost me, he did not seek redemption. He sought possession. He went to Morana not to save me, but to force the bond that had been taken from him. He burned through his own future because he could not accept a world where Elena of the Eclipse existed beyond his reach. "The threshold is losing its frequency, High Queen," Morana cackle

ALPHA VANCE’S POV The ironwood reinforcement bar exploded into a shower of wooden splinters as the doors of the hovel were blown off their leather hinges. The shockwave of the blast hit my iron breastplate like a falling boulder, throwing my frame three steps backward into the wet clay of the floor. My teeth ground together as a thick cloud of gray soot and hot ash blinded my sight, the temperature inside the rib-lined structure instantly skyrocketing fifty degrees as the cosmic fire of the Ashen Rift breached our perimeter. "Hold the circle!" I roared, my voice cracking desperately as I wiped the matted grease from my eyes and swung my right axe into a frantic defensive guard. "Don't let them step over the threshold! Secure the prince's flank!" The remaining fifteen shadow wolves of my stealth vanguard threw their ironwood shields forward in synchronization, but their disciplined lines were already bleeding and chaotic. They didn't have Queen Elena's shadow aura to vaporize