The Accused Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Elias' POVAnd there was fire all inside of me.I didn’t recognize myself.My vision was black, lungs panting, muscles locked in a feral grimace. I could hear the rumble of my own heartbeat, could feel the crackle of something old awakening inside me. The intensity of it threatened to engulf me.Marcus was before me, his stance alternating between fear and calculation while his gaze peeked over to Amara. I bared my teeth. “If you ever touch her I'll make sure you stop breathing.”I could hardly recognize my own voice. It was deeper and different and when I growled, my body vibrated. Marcus flinched but recovered quickly, his mask of arrogance falling into place again.“You’re being played, Elias,” he said, and raised his hands in surrender. “She’s not who you think she is.”“Really? I have heard that a lot,” I said, breathing harshly as I took a step closer towards him. Marcus exh

Celeste's POV The candles around me burst into blue flames, making me stumble backward. My heart raced as the magic mirror on my wall cracked from edge to edge. "No," I whispered, running to the mirror. "It's happening already." The mirror showed me what I feared most—Amara and Elias, their hands joined in blood, the old runes glowing on her skin. They had found each other again, despite everything I had done to keep them apart. I slammed my fist against the wall. All my careful plans, ruined in a single moment. I should have known Marcus couldn't be trusted. Now the Shadow Council would hunt me down too. My cat, Luna, meowed uncomfortably from the corner of my small hideout. I'd been living in this abandoned house since faking my death three months ago. Not even Marcus knew I was living. I liked it that way. "It's okay, Luna," I said, rubbing her black fur. "We still have one more trick up our sleeve." I pulled a wooden box from beneath my bed. Inside was a tube of blood

Twenty years ago "The pack needs a strong leader, Charles," I urged as we walked through the forest. "Your father is dying. You're not ready." Charles laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. "That's why I have you, Luther. You'll help me lead." "It's not the same," I maintained. "I should be Alpha. I'm stronger, smarter. The pack respects me." Charles stopped walking, his face getting serious. "We've been friends since we were pups, but this talk of you becoming Alpha has to stop. The bloodline is clear. My father passes the power to me." "Bloodlines can be broken," I said quietly. Something in my tone made Charles step back. "Are you threatening me?" Before I could answer, a woman's scream echoed through the woods. We both ran toward the sound, finding a young witch fallen in a clearing, bleeding from a wound in her side. "Help me," she gasped. "The Shadow Council... they're hunting me." Charles quickly moved to help her, but I held back. I recognized her—Celeste Morea

Rowan's POVI ducked behind a tree as the Shadow Council hunter passed by, his black robe barely visible in the darkness. My heart pounded, but I stayed perfectly still. One bad move and I'd be dead—or worse.When the hunter was gone, I let out the breath I'd been keeping. Too close. Way too close.For three days, I'd been tracking Amara and Elias through these woods. The prophecy book hidden in my backpack felt heavy with each passing hour. I needed to reach them before Luther's people did.I pulled out my battered compass—the one my grandma had given me when I was just seven years old. Unlike normal compasses, this one didn't point north. It pointed to power. And right now, it was going crazy, the needle spinning and jerking toward the east."She's getting stronger," I whispered to myself. That was both good and bad news.I started moving again, keeping low and quiet. The moon was almost full, giving me just enough light to see. As I walked, images of my family's burden washed over

Eighteen years ago The storm was roaring as Celeste appeared at our door, a bundle in her arms. "They're hunting me," she said, soaked to the bone and frightened. "The Shadow Council knows about the prophecy." I pulled her inside while Seraphina took the baby. The child was tiny, just days old, with a small scar shaped like a crescent moon on her shoulder. "Is this...?" I started to ask. "My daughter," Celeste stated. "The child of the prophecy." The baby opened her eyes, and I gasped. Even as a baby, her eyes held power—shifting between deep brown and bright gold. "Half witch, half wolf," Seraphina whispered in awe. Celeste nodded sadly. "The first of her kind. The one who can either unite our worlds or destroy them both." "What do you want us to do?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Raise her as your own," Celeste begged. "Hide her true nature. Keep her safe until she's old enough to fulfill her destiny." "The Shadow Council will never stop looking for her," I