My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 136

"Are you sure about this?" the young guard whispers as he stands outside the cell, keys shaking in his hand. After days of trying to strengthen the spell she saw crafted on the prison walls she couldn't. The spells just keep getting weaker. Then she had to resolve to convince a guard who looked like he felt pity for her.Greta nods from the shadows, her face pale and marked by days of silence and hunger. "You want to live, don't you? Do you think the Pack will keep you safe once this is over? They won't. After the rites, they plan to wipe every Misfit wolf out and move on with the Pack shifters."Soren shifts his feet. He looks down the hallway, then back at her. "I—I just... if anyone finds out I helped you...""They won't," she cuts in quickly. "I'll be gone before the sun rises. And when Marlik wins, you won't be a nobody anymore. You'll be the man who helped him from inside the enemy's prison."The words settle in the boy's mind. He doesn't speak at first, and then he finally move

Author's Narration"He is not dead," Marlik's locked strange creature hisses.Its voice crawls through the silence like a wet cloth on stone. It sounds cold and hungry.Its shape begins to form in the smoke, tall and ragged, eyes glowing like fire. The ground behind the altar cracks open. The sacred circle bends unnaturally. A dark hand rises from the hole, fingers long and burnt-looking.The creature pulls itself out from the shadow underworld.Its body smells of ash and rot. A smell that doesn't belong to any living thing. It moves with a slow pull, dragging behind it a heavy chain of lightless stone."You promised," it says again. "Her soul belongs to me."Marlik, lying broken beside Bella's body, groans.The creature reaches out. One tendril of dark fog wraps around Marlik's chest. Marlik gasps as the magic forces him upright. His cloak flutters as though the wind has returned only for him."You will stand," the creature growls. "And you will deliver what you owe."Marlik stands.

"I'm pretty sure we haven't lost the way. Or have we?" Talia questions the Old Keeper with an uncertain voice.The Old Keeper doesn’t stop walking. He taps his staff against the root of the trees as they walk, leading them deeper into the Sacred Valley. "Yes. Only one path leads to where she is, so it is not possible to miss the way. It remembers the steps of all the chosen Moon Stone Keepers because each of them must walk through it, either physically or in a trance. And it has yours marked too."Talia tightens the cloak around her shoulders. The trees look older than any she’s seen. Their branches twist like hands reaching for something they lost. The air smells of moss and memory. Stones line the path with faded symbols of names long forgotten. Names she will now carry.They walk for a long time in silence. At last, they stop in front of a wall of hanging vines. Hidden beneath is an old iron door, cold and rough to the touch.The Old Keeper reaches forward and presses a mark etched