Cursed Alpha's Runaway Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Midnight had taken over the sky, casting its velvety darkness over everything in its reach. The silence of the night was only interrupted by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of the leaves in the cool breeze. The moonlight streamed in through the window of my living room, casting a surreal glow on the object placed before me. The object, if it could even be called that, was a pile of ashes that had been left behind by someone or something.I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed, in a perfect yoga position. My eyes were gently closed as I focused on my breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly and deliberately. I was not practicing yoga, however, but trying to summon a supernatural force into my room. I needed to figure out what the ashes were and the mystery behind them.If my neighbors were to see me, they would have thought of me as a yoga enthusiast, but little did they know what I was really up to. My hands were laid on my knees with my fingers in a pinching postu

"Umph…" I groaned in surprise as the hot coffee hit me like a jolt. I felt the warm liquid soaking through my dress, the heat seeping into my skin, and the aroma of the coffee filling my nostrils. "Where's your mind?" I said irkly, my voice laced with irritation. My face scrunched in with disgust as I felt the sticky, wet sensation on my skin. I quickly dusted my dress, trying to shake off the coffee that a careless waitress had splashed on me.I could feel the anger boiling within me, ruining my perfect date night. The anticipation and excitement I had felt earlier had dissipated, replaced by frustration and embarrassment. I couldn't help but imagine Athen's judging eyes scanning down my dress, the coffee stain standing out like a sore thumb.I had spent hours preparing for this date, carefully selecting the perfect outfit to make a lasting impression. But now, all my efforts have gone in vain. I felt jealous and disdainful, as if I had been robbed of the chance to impress him. The c

"Uhm. Well, you nailed your performance too," I replied, attempting to change the topic and hide my unease. I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the tension in the air. But her question about Jade lingered in my mind like a storm brewing in the distance. What was her motive behind it? Did she know something I didn't? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her biting into her sandwich, the crunch echoing in the otherwise quiet cafe.As she chewed, I couldn't help but study her closely. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her features perfectly. Her almond-shaped eyes glinted in the light, revealing nothing about her thoughts. Was she intentionally avoiding the topic, or was it simply of no interest to her? I couldn't tell.After a few moments, she swallowed and raised her gaze to meet mine. Her lips quivered in a small smile, but her eyes remained guarded. I couldn't decipher what was going on inside her head, and the mystery only added to my growing unease

"Could you help me solve this riddle?" I asked the black bee that had just awakened from its deep slumber. Its initial reaction was one of disgust, as if it had been rudely awakened from a blissful dream. However, I didn't pay much attention to its reaction as my mind was consumed with thoughts of a strange sequence of events that had taken place.The disappearance of Jade, the discovery of ashes in a hotel room, and Athen's odd behavior when I questioned him about Jade were all connected, of that I was sure. It was as if someone was deliberately trying to throw me off the trail, to make it seem like the events were unrelated. But I knew better.My mind spun a web of theories, each one more convoluted than the last. Perhaps Jade had stumbled upon something she shouldn't have, and someone had silenced her. Or maybe the ashes were a red herring, meant to distract me from the real clues. I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was at play.The black bee, now fully awake, fle

The small attic hung precariously high in the air, as if suspended by magic, its walls creaking and swaying in the wind. It was perched on the branch of a hundred-year-old tree, whose thick branches had grown to have the muscular body of an athlete. As I slowly stepped onto the lean wooden stairs, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The old, rickety steps creaked under my feet, as if warning me of the danger that lay ahead. I was told that there were one hundred and ten stairs, but as I began to climb, I grew so tired that I stopped bothering to count the actual number of stairs.My hands tightened around the strap of my purse, as I drew a breath, my chest heaving with breathlessness. I carefully threw a glance at the bag hanging from my shoulder, wondering about the object it contained, the very reason for my being here. It gave me the motivation to come here, despite the treacherous climb. Without it, I would not have made this journey at any cost.As I ascended higher, the air grew