Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Chapter Sixty-FourNo Safe PlaceKazan's POVNobody moved. Not Kazan. Not Viktor. Not me. Definitely not Sam.Astraea, unfortunately, had absolutely no understanding of the disaster currently unfolding around her."Uncle Sam!"She squirmed out of my arms before I could stop her."Astraea—"Too late. Her little feet hit the grass. She ran.Sam looked like someone had turned him to stone. Astraea slammed into his legs and wrapped both arms around him."I missed you!"Sam stared down. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. His hands hovered above her shoulders but didn't touch her. "Astraea?"She looked up. "Yes?"His face drained of every bit of color. "You're…" He couldn't finish.Astraea frowned. "I'm what?"Sam looked at me. Then Kazan. Then back down at her. His knees buckled. He dropped directly onto the ground. Astraea giggled because apparently she thought this was some kind of game.Sam reached toward her face. His fingers shook. He touched her cheek. Then her hair. Then her shoul

Chapter 66 Blood Remembers The passage beneath the ruined chapel descended farther than Kazan had expected. At first, he had believed the narrow staircase would lead them into an old burial chamber or forgotten crypt, somewhere beneath the cracked foundation of the chapel. Instead, the steps continued downward, twisting deeper beneath the mountain until the faint light from the entrance disappeared entirely. Only Ardan’s lantern remained. Its flame trembled inside the glass, throwing restless shadows across walls slick with centuries of moisture. The stone steps were narrow, wet, and uneven, their edges worn smooth by countless feet. Whoever had built this place had expected people to come here often. That thought bothered Kazan. The air smelled of damp earth, old iron, and something strangely sweet beneath the rot. Blood. Kazan recognized the scent immediately. His wolf stirred beneath his skin. Danger. Kazan moved first, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade while hi

Chapter 68 Ardan They reached the outer tunnel just before the chamber sealed behind them. “Move!” Ardan shouted. Kazan pulled Mira forward as a deafening crack tore through the passage. Stone crashed behind them, and a cloud of thick gray dust rolled through the tunnel. Mira stumbled. Kazan caught her around the waist before she could hit the ground. “I have you.” Another violent tremor shook the mountain. Ardan threw one shoulder against the wall and lifted his free arm over his head as pieces of stone rained from the ceiling. The lantern struck the rock beside him. Its flame flickered so weakly that for a moment Kazan thought they would be plunged into complete darkness. Then the shaking stopped. The chamber behind them was gone. Where the archway had stood only moments before, a solid wall of stone now blocked the passage. Dust drifted slowly through the air. For several moments, none of them spoke. Kazan’s breathing sounded too loud in the sudden silence. Mira rema

Chapter 70 The Black Star The light carried Kazan and Mira out of the First Court before either could prepare for what came next. One moment, Kazan could still hear the First Alpha’s warning. Before the wolf wakes hungry. The next, the dead court vanished. Kazan felt himself falling. Mira’s fingers slipped against his. “Kazan!” He caught her wrist. “I have you!” White light swallowed them. For one breathless instant, there was no mountain, no court, no floor beneath their feet. Then Kazan’s boots struck stone. He dropped to one knee. Mira landed beside him. Her hand remained locked around his. Neither released the other. The light disappeared. Darkness rushed in. Kazan’s breathing sounded harsh in the silence. “Mira?” “I’m here.” He reached for her face before his eyes adjusted. His fingers touched her cheek. She covered his hand with hers. “Still here.” Only then did he look around. The cavern beneath the mountain was enormous. The walls pulsed. Kazan sta

Chapter 72 The Keeper’s Price The battle lasted until dusk. Snow turned red across the ruined courtyard. Darius’s forces were disciplined, organized, and clearly accustomed to fighting together. They moved in groups rather than individually, protecting one another’s weaknesses and forcing Kazan to constantly adjust his position. But they had made one mistake. They had expected a frightened heir. They had expected a man shaken by what he had discovered beneath the mountain, perhaps confused by the destruction of the First Court and uncertain of what came next. Instead, they faced a leader who had already stood before the dead and refused to kneel. Kazan drove his shoulder into one warrior, knocking the man backward before turning his blade and catching another sword against its edge. Metal rang through the courtyard. He twisted. The weapon flew from his opponent’s hand. “Stay down.” The warrior stared at him. Kazan kicked the sword away. “I said stay down.” The man obey