The Healer's Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

The stunned silence that followed Long’s declaration was heavier than steel. The dragon’s voice still echoed in Emma’s mind, louder than the propellers that had only just faded. She stood frozen in place, the heat of Weaver’s glare burning into her skin, the Berserker’s warm breath brushing the side of her neck.Emma had been through more battles than she could count. She had survived attacks from the infected, betrayals from those closest to her, and manipulations from her own mother—but nothing made her heart race the way those words did."She is joining her mind with the Alpha, only mated werewolves can do that."Emma turned slowly, her eyes narrowing at Long, who simply crossed his arms and leaned against the nearby transport crate with the amused indifference only an immortal could manage."You're wrong," she said finally. "We are not mated.""Yet," Long replied, a faint curl of smoke rising from his nostrils.Weaver bristled beside her. "We cannot make decisions based on guesse

She knew that the longer he stayed captive in the heart of Darkness, he was suffering. She could not get the bruises and torture wounds off her mind as she saw him chained to the rocky walls of Grimkeeper's realm.Her father's taunting had rattled her and she did not know how long she was going to hold on. She was on the verge of the giving up. She could not bear to see Steven suffer because of her.Emma couldn’t sleep. Even though her body screamed for rest, her mind remained anchored to the darkness—his darkness.She sat cross-legged on the floor of the room Marcus had given her—one of the Alpha’s guest suites, stripped of personal touches and filled only with the essentials.Her hands trembled slightly as they hovered above the polished floorboards, her fingertips tracing symbols in the air she didn’t fully remember learning.She’d tried everything. Meditation. Herbal mixtures. Even those strange anchoring chants the Grimkeeper had whispered in her head during their last encounter.

Steve hit the ground hard. Blood spurted from his lips as he struggled to rise, only to be met by another brutal kick to the ribs that sent him sprawling again. His dark doppelganger towered above him, face carved in a permanent smirk of mockery and disdain."You're pathetic," the doppelganger sneered, cracking his knuckles as he circled Steve. "Every punch, every step, every grunt you make... I already know what you're going to do before you even think it."Steve gritted his teeth, dragging himself up on shaking arms. His muscles screamed in agony, his bones felt like they were splintering under his own weight. The pain was unrelenting, but it was the helplessness that gnawed at him.He lunged forward, aiming a hook at the doppelganger's jaw.It was blocked.The counter-punch came like a hammer, crashing into his cheek and spinning him to the ground. He felt his vision blur, but he forced his eyes to remain open."You're not just fighting me," the doppelganger said, grabbing Steve by

Emma clenched her fists as Grimkeeper rose from his seat, towering and ominous in the candlelit chamber that reeked of centuries-old silence and unshed blood. The flames behind him danced strangely, casting shadows that moved against the laws of nature, whispering and writhing along the walls like they too were alive and watching her. "You were always bold, I'll give you that," Grimkeeper said, descending the steps before his throne-like chair. His voice echoed unnaturally, as if layered over itself. "But boldness in the realm of darkness can either make you powerful… or destroy you." Emma stood her ground, keeping her fear masked behind an expression she had learned from watching Steve—stoic, unreadable, calm despite the storm. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, but she didn’t let it show. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. "I’m here for Steve," she said firmly. "And I’m not leaving without him." Grimkeeper chuckled. "You think love will protect you? That a fragil

The moon was high, painting silver streaks on the floor of Elder Weaver’s compound, but Steve wasn’t looking at the sky. He stood on the porch, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he stared at the trees swaying beyond the grove. The night wind tugged at the hem of his shirt, cool against the growing fire inside him.Behind him, he heard Emma’s soft footsteps approach.“You’re not resting,” she said, her tone edged with concern.Steve turned his head slowly, his gaze thoughtful but firm. “There’s something I need to do before we leave for the Vale of Thorns.”Emma frowned. “Steve, you’re barely stable after everything—”“I need to see the Berserker.”Emma stiffened. “That’s not a good idea.”Steve nodded slightly. “I know.”She stepped closer, her hands clenched at her sides. “Then why?”“Because he’s a part of me,” Steve said, his voice heavy. “I tried to deny it for too long. I tried to lock him away, to pretend that I was only the Alpha and nothing else. But he didn’t go awa