THE ALPHA KING'S REJECTED OMEGA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Tons of burning stone and shattered timber rained down across the hall, burying the exit routes in dust and smoke as the main roof collapsed. Everywhere was so dark, no one was up or any other type of movement. Suddenly, Kael's hand instantly shot out, he remembered holding Tanya before the exploding, in that moment, he realized his fingers wrapping securely around Tanya's wrist to pull her out of the path of a falling pillar just as the deafening shockwave reverberated through the foundations. It was indeed a narrow escape..They stood back-to-back amid the settling rubble, their weapons drawn and breathing in sync as the smoke cleared to reveal a breached security line. Despite the near death situation, Kael's thoughts waste a bit of nasty, "How can I lose my mate without claiming her." Tanya felt his sudden change in emotion but ignored it thinking it was hers.Outside the high palace walls, the panic immediately spilled into the cobblestone streets of the capital. Down in the bust

The lingering echo of Cassian's declaration hung in the smoke-choked chamber like a drawn blade. Kael lunged forward with blinding speed, his broadsword clearing its scabbard in a heartbeat, but the space where Cassian had been standing was empty. The lord of the Western Reach had dissolved into thin air, leaving behind only the faint scent of crushed winter mint and a suffocating aura of dread. The psychological blow landed harder than any physical strike. Continental unity was completely shattered; news of Cassian's infiltration and the council's internal rot rippled through the borders, forcing Blackstone's traditional regional allies into open, hostile division. Inside the Ironclaw Pack's massive stone fortress high in the frozen crags, Alpha Thorne slammed his heavy fist onto the war table, his deep voice booming across the hall. "Protect her," he roared down at his hesitant sub-Alphas. "If Blackstone falls to these vipers, our mountain passes are next. Send three battalions to

The frantic, blood-curdling echo of Nyx's scream—The Moon Goddess is dying shattered the quiet relief of the Blackstone command tent, leaving Kael and Tanya paralyzed by a suffocating, visceral dread. Yet, as the bruised twilight of a moonless sky pressed down on the capital like an iron lid, the sun forced its way over the eastern peaks, demanding that life go on. A kingdom could not survive in paralyzed terror; if the people saw their rulers cowering behind palace walls, panic would tear Blackstone apart from the inside out.Tanya made her choice before dawn broke. Leaving the armored guards and heavy ceremonial formations behind, she walked openly through the cobblestone streets of the capital with Kael at her side, determined to prove that the throne stood shoulder-to-shoulder with its citizens.The capital was a living, breathing organism wrestling with the early tremors of war. Down in the bustling morning market, the air was thick with the scent of roasting root vegetables, wo

Panic did not sweep through Blackstone like a gentle wave; it struck like an avalanche of ice and blood. By midday, the grand courtyard outside the central infirmary had transformed into a heartbreaking tent city of the fallen. Hundreds of citizens, guards, and palace servants lay rigid on cold stone slabs, their chests rising in shallow, agonizing gasps, their lips stained a terrifying, unnatural violet.Dr. Eliana’s hands were stained red and silver with herbal compounds as she sprinted between beds, screaming for more boiling water and crushed nightshade antidote. "If we don't purge the toxin from their blood within the hour, their hearts will simply stop!" she roared over the weeping of mothers and the frantic shouts of junior healers.Tanya threw off her heavy ceremonial mantle, rolling up her sleeves to work side-by-side with the nurses. She knelt beside a collapsed child, pressing her glowing, luminous Moon Queen palms against the boy’s fevered chest, pourin

The shattered pieces of the royal pendant seemed to echo in the silence back in Blackstone, but miles away across the jagged mountain border, the world moved to a different, frantic rhythm.She did not know she was a princess. She did not know her name was once whispered with reverence in royal nurseries. To the sprawling, chaotic sprawl of the Human City, she was simply "Ria"—a ghost who lived in the margins.Ria bolted upright in her narrow, iron-framed cot, her chest heaving as the residual terror of a midnight dream tore through her. It was a memory that wasn't hers, yet clung to her skin like grease. In the flash of the nightmare, she had seen two identical wooden cradles bathed in moonlight. A soft, embroidered silver wolf toy lay discarded on the floorboards. A woman with hair like spun starlight was humming a lullaby, reaching out with frantic, desperate hands before a blinding wave of white-hot pain swallowed everything whole.She scrubbed her face with shaking palms, her fin