Killed by Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

[Seraphine's POV]"Arrrrggghhhh!" My scream ripped through the tranquility of the night, a visceral outpouring of pain that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of my being. It was a scream born not just of physical torment but of a deeper, soul-wrenching agony that clawed at the very essence of who I was.The pain was like a relentless tide, crashing against the shores of my consciousness, each wave carrying with it a new onslaught of suffering. It felt as though my skull was being crushed in a vice, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. My thoughts, once coherent and clear, were now fragmented, shattered into a million pieces by the merciless assault on my mind.With each surge of agony, I fought to hold on to my sense of self, my memories of love and happiness. But the pain was unrelenting, a malevolent force that threatened to obliterate every trace of joy within me. My body convulsed with the intensity of the suffering, and tears mingled wi

[Seraphine's POV]A surge of raw power surged within me as I drew upon the magic I had stolen from my son.Electricity crackled in the air, my fingertips tingling with the energy of the storm. With a fierce determination, I channeled the stolen lightning into a concentrated bolt, aiming it directly at the sorceress who had dared to attack me.The first strike was blinding, a brilliant arc of blue-white lightning that seared through the night. It struck the sorceress, illuminating her features in a brief, stark outline. In that moment, I saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly replaced by determination. She countered my attack with a shield of her own, deflecting the lightning away from her.Undeterred, I unleashed a torrent of lightning, a relentless assault that lit up the forest like a stormy day. Each bolt crackled and hissed, seeking out its target with unerring accuracy.The sorceress danced and weaved, her own magic sparking in respons

[Seraphine's POV]Feeling the raw power of my son's magic coursing through my veins, I focused my mind on the spell he had gifted me. I could sense the ebb and flow of time around me, the threads of destiny weaving a tapestry of events. With a whispered incantation, I tapped into the temporal currents, my body enveloped in a shimmering aura.In the blink of an eye, I was transported back an hour, standing in the same moonlit clearing, the scent of ancient trees and damp earth in the air. The sorceress stood before me, her eyes narrowing in confusion at my sudden reappearance."Surprised to see me?" I smirked, channeling the confidence of my son's borrowed magic. "Let's rewind the clock, shall we?"With a swift motion, I conjured the lightning that mirrored my son's power, crackling energy dancing between my fingertips. The sorceress's eyes widened in realization, her arrogance replaced by a flicker of fear."You think stealing Cassian’s power

[POV Seraphine] My breaths came in ragged gasps, the edges of my vision blurring from exhaustion, when an unexpected presence gripped the air. Both the sorceress and I stiffened, our eyes widening in shared astonishment. A powerful aura emanated from the figure approaching, an aura tinged with an ancient, primal energy. "Who ... who are you?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible. The words hung heavy in the charged atmosphere, but the mysterious alpha remained silent, their identity shrouded in an enigmatic silence. The sorceress, too, seemed taken aback, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Another interruption?" she sneered, her confidence momentarily shaken. "Do you think a mere alpha can change the course of this battle?" The mysterious alpha's silence was deafening. Their presence alone seemed to shift the very essence of the forest around us, commanding attention and respect without uttering a single word. A profound sense of unease settled over us, like a storm ga

[POV Seraphine] Battle had left me drained, my energy reserves depleted, and my magic waning. I stood amidst the aftermath of the fierce conflict, my chest heaving with exhaustion. The tendrils of my spatial and temporal magic slowly dissipated into the night, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. Jesse, too, looked weary, but his presence remained a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for his timely intervention and unwavering support. Together, we had managed to overcome the sorceress's malevolent power, but the cost had been high. I gazed at the sorceress, now defeated and powerless. Her once formidable demeanor had crumbled, and she lay on the ground, breathing heavily, but devoid of the dark energy that had fueled her. The threat she posed had finally been extinguished. However, the victory did little to alleviate the exhaustion that weighed on my shoulders. The relentless battles, the emotional turmoil, and the imm