The Alpha King’s Tattered Shirt のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The outer territory grounds stretched for miles, and my breath hitched as my legs grew heavy before we even covered half the perimeter of Moonshade Manor.Lucian’s massive arm tightened around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad chest as he turned us back toward the private terrace. We sank together onto the low carved stone swing, the endless midnight sky of the Darkmoon Territory glowing with millions of silver stars above us.I gasped softly as the heavy, intoxicating scent of sandalwood, dark leather, and pure Alpha heat washed over my senses from Lucian’s skin. He leaned his immense weight onto my shoulder, shutting his golden eyes and drawing a ragged, deep breath into his lungs.His side profile looked like an ancient statue carved by the Moon Goddess herself, sharp, ruthless, and radiating a chilling aura that made the cold night air tremble around us.I lifted my trembling fingers, combing them gently through his thick dark hair, trying to soothe the fierce, dea

By mid-afternoon, the massive obsidian gates of the Lycan Dominion Citadel stood wide open, guarded by ranks of armored Bloodmoon warriors carrying silver-tipped pikes.Carriages bearing the ancient crests of the high-born packs lined the grand cobblestone courtyard—the Corvinus, the Bloodfang, the Ravenshadow, and the Moonshade bloodlines had all gathered in full force.I stepped out of Lucian’s private black carriage, the heavy crimson silk gown clinging to my body like a second skin, the silver-leaf embroidery shimmering under the harsh daylight.I didn't hide my face behind a lace mask this time.My long, dark hair fell in soft waves over my exposed shoulders, my chin held high, radiating the untamed confidence of a female who had nothing left to lose.Lucian walked beside me, his tall, broad frame wrapped in a deep black velvet suit, his hand locked tightly around mine as we walked through the grand marble archway of the Citadel.The moment we entered the high council chamber, th

The heavy iron door of the factory slammed shut against the stone wall, the reverberation rattling through my skull as my wolf thrashed against her bonds, desperate to tear someone's throat out."What in the Goddess's name is the meaning of this, Erika?" I demanded, my voice echoing through the damp, cavernous expanse of the Silvermoon Dominion's supply vaults.Erika Nightfang stood before a mountain of rotted, silver-weaved pelt fabrics, her dark wolf eyes flashing with cold, unforgiving authority as she slammed a heavy clipboard against a crates of spoiled raw materials."You tell me, Selene," Erika barked, her voice cutting through the humid air like a newly forged silver blade. "The grand production for the dark season's ceremonial robes begins in forty-eight hours, and three hundred bolts of our core Moon-weave fabric are completely ruined, infested with dark-mould and completely useless."A bitter laugh escaped my throat as I stepped into the shadows of the warehouse, my boots ki

The velvet heavy curtains of the High Alpha's inner study were drawn tight, casting long, dark shadows across the carved mahogany desk where Lucian Lycan sat reviewing the border security ledgers."The pack funds for the Shadowfang boundary have been redirected," Lucian rumbled, his deep voice carrying a lethal, possessive edge as he placed the heavy seal onto the parchment. "Sign this, Tanis."Tanis Moonshade shifted her weight near the polished obsidian table, her fingers twitching near her leather ledger as she stared at the Supreme Alpha King with desperate, flickering eyes."Is there something else?" Lucian asked, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous, predatory slits that shadowed his sharp jaw.Tanis bit her lip until the faint scent of copper filled the small gap between them, her claws digging into her palm. "My Lord Alpha... are you sending me to the remote border posts in the Shadowfang Wastelands because of Selene?"She had just received the official decree from the Gra

The grand hall of the Silverfang Banquet House was suffocatingly warm, filled with the overwhelming scent of lunar wine and old wolf bloodlines.Amelia Lycan stood near the main archway, wearing the custom-sewn midnight-blue dress adorned with glowing, lifelike jasmine flowers that seemed to bloom right across the fabric. Her makeup was sharp, her golden-skinned neck long, and her posture strictly refined. She had spent decades maintaining her youthful skin, looking far younger than any other matriarch in the Darkmoon Territory.Viktor Lycan stepped back toward her, his dark eyes locking onto the gown. "Amelia, you look magnificent tonight. That dress... it smells of real jasmine."He drew closer, inhaling the faint, intoxicating scent. He had always favored the flower, and the sight of her brought a rare, approving gleam to his eyes.Standing right beside Viktor was Eve Moonfang, his secondary female. Though she was dressed in rich, sweeping silks, her p