Alle Kapitel von Fearless Human Mate: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Xenia stood frozen as Mason held her waist, his touch gentle. This was the kind of moment a girl might fantasize about–the reformed villain pledging himself at her feet. But something about it soured in her gut. The air shimmered, just slightly, like heat rising off pavement. Mason’s skin was warm, too warm, feverish. And his voice… it wasn’t Mason’s. Not really.“I’m nothing without you,” he whispered, face pressed to her abdomen. “You saved me, Xenia. Don’t you remember?”“Mason, I…” Her throat constricted. It was suddenly hard to speak. Hard to think. But she could hear her mother and Micah returning–footsteps, laughter, too far and too close all at once. The sounds blurred, like a warped vinyl record.“I believe you,” she said quickly, trying to get him up but he tightened his arms around her.“You know I can tell when you’re lying,” he said, eyes flicking up to hers. There was a flicker–just for a second–where his eyes changed, glitching like bad film. A blink later and they were

Xenia woke up alone. The brothers were nowhere to be seen, so she decided to get ready for another perfect day. She got dressed, fixing her appearance in the mirror. The moment she looked away, the reflection turned to Melania, who smiled before disappearing. Xenia stared at her reflection before leaving.“Good,” Xenia said to herself. “Today’s going to be perfect.”Downstairs the brothers were in the kitchen with Delilah. Micah was unusually focused, slicing and arranging with the precision of a man on a mission. Mason was just as focused, carefully packing fruits and cheeses, and crusty bread into woven baskets. Delilah flitted about the kitchen like a hummingbird, humming a lullaby Xenia swore she hadn’t heard since childhood.They walked to the sea, just the four of them. The cliffs were painted with wildflowers, the ocean stretched endlessly, calm and blue. Xenia leaned into the breeze and tried not to think too hard.But something was wrong.She felt it when she reached for the

Melania took on Nova, Roman, and Micah while Mason set his sights on Xenia.With a powerful swipe Melania threw Roman towards Nova, both crashing out of the way as she clashed with Micah.“I never thought in a million years you would want to hurt me like this,” Melania grimaced. “I am your mate, Micah. Me. Not that fragile little human!”Micah’s grip tightened on her wrists, and for a moment, their faces were inches apart as he held her gaze. “You lost me the moment you took away the only family I had left,” he snapped. “You used my grief like a leash. You made yourself a monster.”Melania’s lips trembled, fury twisting her features. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, no–you still love me. I know you do. I can fix this. I can fix us.”“There’s no us anymore, Melania,” Micah said. “There will never be an us.”The words hit harder than any blow. Melania shrieked–an animal sound, furious and guttural–and her body lit up with a violent surge of dark magic. She slammed both hands

Micah barely grunted as the witchfire singed his shoulder, his body shielding Xenia’s. Smoke curled off his skin, but he stayed upright, golden eyes blazing.“Remember! That’s not just Lillian,” he growled. “Melania’s in there.”Laurie’s eyes widened, magic crackling around her fingertips. “That explains the strength. Lillian wasn’t this powerful before.”Cristobal readied his sword, standing at Xenia’s side with a smirk aimed at Micah. “Then let’s put her down before she gets any stronger. You can keep up, wolf-boy?”Micah grinned. “Try not to fall behind, soldier.”Laurie stepped forward. “You two can measure egos later. She’s still attacking Xenia.”Xenia had just rolled behind a boulder, her face pale but determined. She picked up a fallen branch and brandished it like a spear.Laurie’s magic swirled around her like a storm. “We’re gonna need everyone. I’ll try to trap her between veils. If we can weaken Melania’s grip, we might be able to push her back.”The group fanned out, ins

Micah’s vision tunneled. All he could see was Duche’s smirking face. Roman roared beneath his skin, clawing to the surface. He lunged forward, teeth bared, the shift rolling over him so fast his bones cracked mid-stride. "Alpha Micah, stand down!"The Alpha King Gerald’’s voice boomed through the chamber, the command washing over Micah as he stopped just short of tearing Duche’s throat out. His dark eyes swept over Micah, then softened slightly as they fell on Xenia–on the bruises, the raw skin, and the trembling of her hands. His jaw tightened, and when he spoke again, it carried a weight of controlled fury. "There will be no more cruelty here. Not today. Not under this roof." Beside him, King Renald rose slowly from his throne, the lines of grief on his face deepening. His gaze locked onto Xenia with a fury barely restrained.“This woman,” he said coldly, “walks free while my daughter is in a coma, while yours is in a coma.” Renald descended the steps, each footfall echoing acros