Bound By Bloodlines のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Valen groaned as pain wracked his entire body, every of his muscle screaming in protest as he tried to push himself off the blood-soaked ground. His breathing was ragged, his vision were blurred, but none of that mattered. The battlefield around him buzzed with tension, the cries of injured wolves and the rustle of retreating Shadow Fang warriors fading into the background.He forced himself onto his knees, his hands digging into the dirt as he fought to steady his trembling frame. His head was heavy, and pounding with the echoes of the battle that had nearly broken him. Despite the chaos, his focus locked on the figure that stood across the battlefield.Dorian stood a short distance away, his wolf form retreating as his human shape emerged, his golden eyes blazing with a mix of exhaustion and suspicion. His hands were clenched into fists as he straightened, his chest heaving from the strain of the battle. He muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper, “I wasn’t imagining t

“I said, who dares to challenge me!” Valen’s roar thundered through the night, shaking the stone walls of the Shadow Fang’s grand hall. The torches lining the walls flickered violently, casting elongated, shifting shadows across the assembled pack. He was more than furious. The pack members, a mixture of hardened warriors and loyal followers, cowered before the sheer force of his command.One by one, they lowered their heads in submission, their collective fear were palpable in the air. Even the strongest among them, apart from Malik avoided his burning golden gaze. A silence heavier than iron settled over the shadow fang mini territory, and broken only by the air twitching the trees in the woods.Vendetta stepped forward. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and utterly confident, as though the tension in the air did not concern her in the slightest. Her dark cloak swept the ground behind her, its edges whispering secrets to the stone floor. The dim light of the hall illuminated her

The tension in the corridor was a storm waiting to break. Adolphus and Dorian stood in stark opposition, their faces only inches apart, each one a reflection of the other’s stubbornness and pride. The flickering torchlight danced across their sharp features, highlighting the undeniable bond of blood between them, even as their words sought to sever it.“Father, what do you want me to figure out?” Dorian’s voice cut through the oppressive silence, low but sharp enough to wound. His golden eyes burned with restrained fury, his stance were rigid. “Valen has nothing to do with Irwin, so stay away from her father.”Adolphus stepped closer, his imposing figure looming over his son. The alpha in him simmered just beneath the surface. “You don’t tell me to stay away, Dorian. You’re my son. She’s part of the family now, whether you want to accept it or not.”“ Oh...Family?” Dorian scoffed, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. He took a step back, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the a

" Ulva, you don’t know how Valen—” Irwin started, her voice trembling as she attempted to find the words that had eluded her for so long. Her golden eyes darted to Ulva, searching for some sign of understanding, some crack in her stoic demeanor that might encourage her to continue.Ulva’s hand shot up, silencing her mid-sentence. “There’s nothing to know Irwin,” she interrupted sharply. Her tone softened slightly, but her words carried a weight that pressed heavily on Irwin’s chest. “I don’t know how your met Valen, and I don’t just want to know. He’s in the past.”Irwin flinched at Ulva’s dismissal, her fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket draped over her lap. “But—”“No buts Irwin” Ulva insisted, her piercing gaze locking onto Irwin’s. “What we need to focus on is how something so powerful emerged from you with just a simple motion of your hand. That’s what matters now, Irwin.”Irwin swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotions she couldn’t quite name. She looked away, h

“What do you mean you know what’s breaking Valen to bring this chaos?” Dorian’s voice broke through the stillness, his tone sharp and demanding. He stood firmly in front of Irwin, his intense gaze locking her in place as though his very will could pull the truth from her. His hand gripped her wrist—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her pause.Irwin flinched slightly at his tone but didn’t break eye contact. She knew this conversation was inevitable, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on her chest. “Dorian…” she began softly, her voice steady but tinged with a sorrow he couldn’t ignore.Dorian’s jaw tightened, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Don’t start with vague words, Irwin,” he snapped, his frustration spilling over. “Just tell me. What do you know? Why is Valen doing this? Tell me something”Irwin sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her thoughts. She turned her head, her gaze drifting to the window where the morning sun spilled into the room i