Lahat ng Kabanata ng Aligned Fantasy: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The apartment fell quiet after Dante left. His scent and command lingered at the back of Taiga’s throat. Tatsuya was the first to break the silence. He slammed his hand against the wall beside his brother, eyes burning with fury. “You didn’t even fight back,” he snapped, voice snapping Taiga back to reality. “He had his hand around your throat, Taiga. And you—” Tatsuya’s jaw tightens. “You just let him.” Taiga sat slumped against the sofa, still trembling, his neck aching from Dante’s grip. His voice cracked when he finally whispered, “What… the hell just happened?” The words tasted wrong in his mouth. Normally if he was chocked like that Dante would have probably ended up in the ER, having brain surgery with how bad he would have pummeled him into the ground. His body had obeyed without his consent. Tatsuya let out a frustrated sigh, pacing around the room “You can’t afford to be weak around him. If he realizes he can command you like that—” He bit down the rest, shaking

Maya barged into Dante's home. He shoved the heavy doors of Dante’s Castle like doors open and stormed inside, the workers watching him. His chest heaved with each step until he reached the living room, where Dante stood before the wide window. Maya’s voice broke through the silence. “What the hell did you do?” Dante didn’t turn, He kept his hands in his pockets. He rushed forward and shoved at Dante’s chest, hard enough to break through his stillness. “Answer me! why did You choke him, Dante. You left a bruise on his neck!. Why?” Finally, Dante’s gaze shifted down to him, “Because he’s lying to us.” Maya blinked, disbelief etched into his voice. “Lying?” “He’s cheating on us ,” Dante said flatly, his voice was low, like he was weak. “Sneaking around with someone else. did you think I'd just do that for no reason? He doesn’t want to submit to me. He’s planning to break the bond and run to him. And I…” He exhaled sharply, looking away, “I won’t let that happen.” “So your

Taiga had tried to drown himself in training, pushing his body until sweat stung his eyes and his lungs burned. But no matter how many shots he took or how many sprints across the court he forced himself through, the weight on his chest only grew heavier. His thoughts were crowded, tangled. His pack issues, his fractured relationship with his mates, none of it felt like something worth holding onto anymore. He was getting fed up. With a sharp curse, he shoved his phone into his pocket. “Fuck.” Running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, he stepped out of the gym and began heading home. But his thoughts circled back to Dante, the press of strong fingers on his throat, the heat of rage in those dark blue eyes. And beneath it all, something Taiga couldn’t admit to anyone: the echo of how his body had reacted despite himself. “Ah, Mr. Renji. We meet again.” The voice made him stop. Phoebe Kurobane leaned casually against the fence. Her long coat fluttered lightly in the wind

Taiga was shocked, worry written boldly across his face. Was Dante dying? What had become of him? “Do you love my son?” Phoebe asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him. “Apparently, he confides in my butler more than he does his own mother.” She gave a strained laugh, bitter at the edges. “Aoki says he confided in him one night. My son had asked what he would have done if the person he loves doesn’t love him back.” She sighed, her expression faltering. Taiga’s eyes widened. He dragged his hands down his face, remembering that night, the silly game they’d played, the word that had sat at the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out, hadn’t wanted to let his Luna surrender so easily. “If the feelings I have are one-sided, then I’d love them more than anyone has ever loved them, even if it kills me. That was the reply that damned butler gave him,” Phoebe continued. She gave a short chuckle and shook her head in disdain. “Why? Why does my love affect him so badly? I accepted

Linking with his Luna wasn’t supposed to be easy. Taiga knew that. Everyone always said it was the hardest thing a Luna could do, because it wasn’t just physical, it was a complete surrender of self. Still, he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. He lay in bed, sheets twisted around his bare legs, body slick with sweat. The room felt like a furnace, the air heavy with his pheromones. Heat pulsed through every nerve, relentless waves pounding his body as though trying to split him open from the inside. And yet, through it all, he forced himself to stay awake. He wasn’t going to lose consciousness. Not tonight. Normally, when any secondary gender entered heat or rut, the primary gender slipped back, became dormant, letting the secondary drive the body until the cycle ended. It was nature’s way of surviving something so brutal. But for a Luna, things were different. If he wanted to truly link with his Luna, if he wanted total control and communication between both parts of himself, h