Tangled With The Fated Mates のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Gideon's boots pounded the earth as he frantically searched the grounds, his heart racing with every passing moment. “Kris!” he called out, his deep voice echoing through the trees. Where could his son be? The pack's elders had been growing increasingly hostile, and Gideon's instincts screamed that Kris was in danger. He sprinted toward the house, his senses on high alert. Rounding the corner, he spotted a figure huddled at the back of the house, partially hidden by the shadows. Gideon's breath caught as he recognized Kris's messy brown hair. Relief washed over him, followed by a wave of concern. What was his son doing out here, alone and vulnerable? Gideon approached quietly, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of threat. “Kris?” he said softly, dropping to one knee beside his son. Kris looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Gideon's chest tightened. What had driven his son to hide?Gideon's voice trembled as he gently asked, “Kris, where's your mother?

Jacob slipped into the warehouse, his eyes scanning the space before quickly dropping to the floor. Denzel, Ronald, Cordelia, and Ezrianna turned to face him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.“Jacob, where have you been?” Denzel asked, his voice firm but laced with a hint of worry. Jacob's gaze darted around the room, avoiding eye contact with his comrades.“We couldn't find you anywhere during the battle,” Cordelia added, her voice tinged with frustration. “We thought… we feared the worst.” Jacob's shoulders tensed, his jaw clenched.Ronald took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. “Jacob, what happened? You just vanished.” Jacob shifted uncomfortably, his eyes fixed on the floor.Ezrianna's voice was calm, but probing. “Jacob, we need to know. Were you captured? Did you see anything?” Jacob's silence was palpable, his avoidance of eye contact speaking volumes.The tension in the room grew, Jacob's evasiveness sparking unease among his comrades. Denzel's eyes never left

Reid's gaze swept across the captives, his voice dripping with malice. "Bring Denzel to me," he commanded. The guards dragged Denzel forward, until he stood inches from Reid. "Hold the others in place," Reid continued, "and press a knife to each of their necks." The guards complied, pinning Ezrianna, Kris, Valtor, Kate, Cordelia, and Ronald to the ground, knives glinting against their skin. Claudine stood frozen, her eyes locked on Denzel, her heart racing with fear. Reid's hand closed around the hilt of a knife, pressing its blade against Denzel's neck. "You see, Claudine," Reid whispered, his breath caressing Denzel's ear, "your loved ones' lives hang in the balance. Defy me, and they die. Cooperate, and… perhaps some will live." The captives' desperate gazes met Claudine's, their pleas for mercy unspoken.Reid's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he leaned back, a calculating glint in his gaze. "I want to play a game," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. "An interest

As Denzel cradled Claudine against his chest, Ezrianna's voice trembled with concern, "Claudine, are you okay? That was... incredible." Kris stepped closer, his eyes scanning her pale face, "Yeah, Claudine, that was insane. Are you hurt?" Cordelia's voice barely rose above a whisper, "We thought we'd lost you." Kate's hand reached out, hesitantly touching Claudine's shoulder. Valtor's eyes shone with curiosity, "The Lycanaea's power... it's unlike anything I've seen." Denzel's gaze never left Claudine's face, "Claudine, breathe. We're here for you." Claudine's eyelids fluttered, her gaze locking onto Denzel's.Just as Claudine's lips parted to respond, Ezrianna's voice cut in, "Let's get out of here first. We can't stay." Her eyes darted toward the shattered window, where Reid and Ariella had made their escape. "We don't know what other dangers are lurking." Kris nodded in agreement, "Ezrianna's right. We need to find a safe place." Valtor's nod was almost imperceptible, "The less tim

Reid paced across the opulent study, his footsteps echoing off the polished mahogany panels as he struggled to contain his seething rage. Yesterday's defeat still burned within him, the bitter taste of failure intensifying with each passing moment. Ariella, equally infuriated, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her slender figure silhouetted against the fading light of day. The crystal chandelier above cast flickering shadows on her face, accentuating the sharp angles of her features and the venomous glare in her eyes. The air was heavy with tension, the very atmosphere thick with unspoken recriminations. "How could she have transformed like that?" Ariella spat, her voice low and deadly, her gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond the manicured lawns. "What was she?" Reid's pacing halted, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face Ariella. "We'll find out," he growled, his jaw clenched. "We'll uncover the secrets behind her power, and we'll use that knowledge to destroy her." Ar