Fearless Human Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The brothers stared at each other in complete silence. Micah was the first to break eye contact to look at Xenia in Mason's arms. Instinctively, he sniffed the air with Roman mimicking his action. He closed his eyes as her scent surrounded them and finally solidified who she was to them. "Mate," Micah breathed out, opening his eyes to focus on her as Roman grunted his response. "What has happened to her," Micah growled, taking a few steps towards him. "What have you done now, Mason?" "I have done nothing," Mason snapped, drawing her closer as he glared at Micah. "It is Nova. She's trying to kill her." "No thanks to you, I see," Micah said, taking a few more steps toward Mason. He was only a few feet away from them now. "I have this under control, brother," Mason said just as Xenia screamed. Micah was at her side instantly, much to Mason's displeasure, but Mason's main focus was Xenia. She fought to escape his arms, so he laid her on the grass. She stilled again as Roman

Delilah couldn't remember how she got back into her cell. Everything and everyone around her seemed to be at a distance. The only thing replaying in her mind was the sight of her daughter. Xeni. In pain and screaming, and there was nothing Delilah could do. The memory of Fredrick's death flashed in her mind. The words he spoke plagued her. You will not fall apart...I did not marry a weak woman. His words brought more tears from her eyes. She felt the same as she did then. Hopeless. "Forgive me, Fredrick," Delilah cried before covering her mouth to stifle her sobs. Tears fell down her face as she held herself. "Who is Fredrick?" Princess Aidy held out a wet cloth Delilah took to clean her face. Delilah smiled. "He is...was my husband. Died a long time ago." "Oh, I'm sorry." "It's fine," Delilah said, patting Princess Aidy's hand. "I've enjoyed every single moment with him. Good and bad. Now I'm just biding my time until we meet again." He would be so disappointed, Delil

Burnt bodies, blood, and feces was the only thing Micah could smell in the air. He stood at the top of the hill, overlooking the carnage before him. They have been following leads of attacks reported by Commander Duche for a week now, and this was the third settlement they've encountered like this. It was small, but Micah knew it well from many of his journeys. It was one of the few settlements that were integrated. The people and werewolves lived in harmony, which has turned into this. Death and ash. "Didn't think we would find this many settlements like this." Micah turned to the voice and watched as Lieutenant Duche joined him. Micah didn't respond as he turned back to the scene. His people were piling up the bodies on one side of the settlement. So far, they have found twenty bodies. Men, women, children, humans, and werewolves alike. "Strange how Commander Duche recommended this particular path," Micah said. He could feel a hint of anger in his tone and was unapologetic. He

The sunlight peeked through the half-drawn curtains, waking Delilah from her nap. She glanced at Xenia, who hadn't moved since Mason let her in a week ago. The guards tried taking Delilah back to the dungeons, but she pleaded with Mason to let her stay by her daughter's side. Mason hesitated until Lillian reminded him it was for the best. Delilah wanted to thank her but remembered she was the woman who kidnapped her in the first place. So now here she was, waiting for her daughter to wake up. "And you will wake up," Delilah said as she grabbed Xenia's hand and placed her other hand on Xenia's forehead. She took a cold towel to wipe away the sweat on Xenia's brow. Xenia's body temperature was hotter than usual, and the bed she was lying in was already soaked through. Delilah feared the fever would get worse if she didn't do anything. However, Mason informed her that werewolves could withstand temperatures far greater than most species. Werewolf? Delilah didn't want to point out t

Mason almost panicked at the thought of Xenia being out of her mini coma. She's been sleeping for at least a week yet somehow found the strength to cuddle with him. Unless… "Rodin, did you…" "Of course not," Rodin growled at him. "Really? It's just a coincidence you have a dream of her, and now she's like this. Did you move her?" "We," Rodin stressed, "dreamed of her, and I did not. We woke up like this." Mason knew he was telling the truth, but still, her body was covering parts of him. Did we move her without knowing? Mason wondered as he stared down at her still form. She was still asleep, but her breath was just as erratic as theirs. She can feel us through the bond. The light from the moon was slowly peering through the curtains. It could explain why Rodin was able to take control so easily. Stupid moon. Mason pushed forward to gain control as he moved her. He slowly got out of bed, making sure not to wake her. Though waking his mate would not be such a terrible idea for Ro