Sold To The Feral Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

EMMELINE♧♧♧♧♧♧He attempted to move his arm, to reach for me, but it flopped uselessly, a stark reminder of his weakening state. I grabbed his hand, fiercely, anchoring myself to him, pressing it hard against my cheek, desperate to feel his warmth, his life, his very presence.“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered, my voice raw with conviction. “You hear me? You’re going to see your son grow up. You’re not going anywhere.” I poured every ounce of my will, every ounce of my love, into those words, willing them to be true, willing them to become his reality.Callis was working with frantic speed, her hands already stained crimson, pressing thick cloths to the gaping wound on his side, trying desperately to stem the relentless flow of blood that pulsed rhythmically from him. She poured something over it that smelled like fire, a searing, medicinal alcohol that made Darius flinch, even in his semi-conscious state. “He’s losing too much blood,” Callis muttered, her voice tight with urgen

EMMELINE♤🦸‍♀️✨️🦸‍♀️♤Time stopped making sense. The world outside the bubble of his body ceased to exist. The victory cries of the Rivenborn were a distant, muffled noise from another planet. All that was real was the slow, agonizingly slow, rise and fall of his chest beneath my hands.They had stopped the bleeding. Sylas and Callis had worked with a grim, focused intensity, their movements sure and swift while I just… watched. I was useless. A statue carved from fear. I knelt beside him, my knees raw on the blood-slick floor, and I didn't move. I couldn't. It felt like if I even blinked, he’d disappear. That shallow breath would be his last.Minutes bled into what felt like hours. I watched the ugly, stitched-together gashes on his skin. I watched the unnatural pallor of his face. And I waited. I prayed to the goddess I wasn’t even sure was listening anymore. 'Please. Please don’t take him. Not now. Not after all of this. Please.'Then gradually, color started creeping back into h

DARIUS⚪️👑⚫️By the end of the third day, I could walk. It wasn’t a graceful affair. Every step was a negotiation between my stubborn will and a body that screamed in protest. My muscles felt like frayed ropes, and the deep, phantom ache of wounds that were now just angry red scars was a constant companion. But I could stand. And that was all that mattered.Because that morning, I held my son.Not sitting down, not propped up with a dozen pillows. I stood on my own two feet, in front of the tall window in our chambers, and held Valen in my arms. The same window where Emmeline had stood waiting for me, her hope a beacon in the darkness that had almost consumed us. The irony was so thick and sweet, it was almost a physical taste.He was so damn small. A warm, solid weight against my chest. He smelled like milk and Emmeline and something uniquely his own, something new and ancient all at once. I looked down at his tiny, perfect face, at the way his chest rose and fell in a rhythm of abs

EMMELINE ⚪️⚫️⚪️⚫️⚪️ I didn’t hear them talking. Not really. Their voices were a distant buzzing, the sound of insects on a hot day. All I could hear was the frantic, panicked drumming of my own heart and the soft, innocent breaths of the child in my arms. I fed Valen slowly, my movements calm and composed. I watched the way his tiny, perfect fingers curled against my skin, seeking purchase, seeking comfort. I watched his rosebud mouth work, his whole world narrowed to this single, simple act of survival. And a rage so pure and so potent it felt like a physical force rose up in me, choking me, stealing the air from my lungs. 'They want to see him?' The question was a silent scream in my mind. See him? After what they did? My mind flashed back, a slideshow from hell playing behind my eyes. The bone-jarring impact of the first attack. The terror. The screams. The sight of Darius, my Darius, my Alpha, my entire world, lying broken and bleeding on the cold stones, the life draining ou

EMMELINE ⚪️♠️⚪️ The early morning light was soft and forgiving, streaming through the tall windows and painting the room in shades of pale gold. In this light, it was almost possible to pretend that the world outside wasn’t stained with blood and suspicion. It was just a quiet morning. Valen made a soft, cooing sound in his sleep, his tiny fists bunching and unbunching. I watched him, my heart doing that familiar, painful clench of overwhelming love. Every breath he took was a victory. Every peaceful moment was a treasure we had fought tooth and nail for. I gently shifted him from my arms into his cradle, tucking the soft blanket around him. A soft knock at the door shattered the quiet. My body tensed instantly, a conditioned response I hated. I thought it might be Callis with Darius’s morning medicine, but when I opened the door, it was Nara standing there. The Rivenborn leader looked as formidable as ever, but there was a weariness in her eyes that I recognized because I saw it