The Lycan's Curse - His Hybrid Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Cyre POV:The moment Derek shifts, I take Alessia's hand and run.The hallway trembles beneath our feet as the more than a hundred years old mansion groans under the pressure. A sickly-sweet scent slithers through the cracks and hits my nose - Mistletoe.Alessia's steps falter. "Is that...""Mistletoe?" I cut. "Yes."We need the rain to kill the stench. Badly.She grips my hand tighter. "Is this what it felt like... the first time you fought her?""No," I reply, breath short. "This is worse."Flashback:It was one hell of a storm night, the day Sharona usurps my throne. True, she's been eyeing it all along and I saw all the signs, but I'd thought it would only be temporary. That she would get over it with time.A thought I later regretted.My mother, Queen Cassandra as always brought us up with so much love and affection. She trained each of her daughters to be wise, discipline, independent and self-sufficient, so it was no surprise that we were both very strong and powerful.Later, i

Alessia POV:The ground is shaking beneath me. I am trapped in-between the rubbles from the fall. The ash circle is searing against my skin. Melissa's scream slices through the chaos, raw and desperate."Help, Mother. Please."Mathilda turn her head - slowly.There's no fear in her eyes.Only Greed. Calculation.Only... silence."No," she says, voice cold as stone. "You've served your purpose."Melissa's face crumbles, horror dawning. "What - ? You said -!""I said what you needed to hear," Mathilda snarls looking at her. "You were always nothing but a weak child. A child clinging to shadows she didn't understand.""No!" Melissa sobs, finger scrabbling, bleeding as she tries to hold onto the jagged edge of the tower floor. "You promised - you promised that I will be your eyes through which you'll see the world - !""That's if I am blind, which I'm not. I lied."And then she moves.Melissa's eyes widen with horror and realization. She's been tricked her while life!"You conniving old w

Alessia's POV:My breath catches. The word slams into me harder than any punch.Luna.Why the hell is everyone going mad to be Luna? And that too, Mathilda? The old seer?The betrayal coils in my gut like ice. I thought I'd seen enough monsters.But I didn't see that coming. I was wrong.I stand hands balled up into fists, watching Mathilda's every move wearingly as she stands there smirking, cloak snapping in the wind. The sliver blade glinting with something far more dangerous."You?" I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. "You were meant to guide the pack. To protect - ?""To control," she snaps, stepping forward. "To rule, Alessia. And I would have. If you hadn't come in the picture."She moves again. "Derek would have had a quiet death. And I would have taken control of the pack. But you came. And you ruined everything. Everything I worked for."Cyre moves, her stance lowering, protective. I feel the air shift. The pulse of power beneath the circle I stand in responds to my

Alessia's POV: The rain has stopped, but the scent of blood still clings to the air. It's quieter now. Not silent - no, the wounded groan, the dying whisper, and I can hear the earth breath beneath our feet - but the battle is over. I sit on the crack tower floor, my knees drawn to my chest, Derek beside me. His hand hasn't left mine since the moment he kissed me. His warmth is my anchor, even as everything else around us feels like it's unraveling. Cyre is gone - Darren carried her to the healer's tent, but the blood she lost, the weariness in her eyes... I swallow. No. She will survive. She has to. "Alessia," Derek murmurs, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. "You saved us." "You would've done the same," I whisper, through the weight of what I unleashed - what I became - still coils tight in my chest. My throat burns, my voice still raw from the scream.

Ryel POV: The scent of the burning ash fills the air, thick and cloying. I exhale softly, the wind tugging at the edges of my cloak as I step away from the last corpse, lips still tinged with the final syllables of prayer I no longer believe in. I breathe in the ash-laced air again, this time, letting it settle in my lungs like an offering. Death has always been a better prophet than life. And today, it sings in silence. I watch as the Greenwoods wolves circle the pyres, sending off their deads. A sacred farewell. If only they knew the gods and goddess forgets us. It's time we rebuild the world ourselves. I sign. Fools.  Build your pyres to my advantage. They're burial markers, yes, but also seals. My seal. Their doom. My boots crunch softly against blackened earth as I walk away from the crowd. Alessia's voice s