The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

ARYA Alarms went off in my head, and my panic levels shot through the roof. But before I could say anything to keep the situation in control, the line went dead. Overcome with a rage so hot, it scorched my insides, I kicked Daxton in the shin, hard. If it caused him any pain, he did not show it. Instead, he pulled the phone away from my ear with a bored expression on his face. "I guess Lover Boy got impatient and maybe...pissed." Right then, I thought of my relationship with Theron. At first, it had been rocky, especially since I had no memory of our previous years together. But he'd been patient with me, even when I'd pushed him away. He was the only family I had. The only man who truly understood me. Without him, I wouldn't have become the powerful, affluent woman: Rhea Stone. I'd thrown away everything. I'd thrown away my peace, my future, and my life for this creature in front of me. And suddenly I regretted it. I regretted leaving the bar with him. "Get your hands off me," I

ARYA I awoke with a loud gasp, jerking upright, only to freeze when the cold bite of metal dug into my wrists and ankles. I was cuffed to the bedposts. What the hell? Panic kicked in, only to double when I saw him. Daxton. He was curled up beside the bed, his head resting by my side like he belonged there. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and even. The bastard was asleep. My heart pounded against my ribs. This had to be a joke. It was clear that he'd kidnapped me. Bloody hell, I'd been stupid to nearly get swayed by his sugary words. I'd unexpectedly met Theron at Maren's place. Apparently, she called him because she couldn't reach me. I couldn't believe I'd turned off my phone for this blue-eyed jerk. Now here I was, shackled like some villain's pet project while he slept peacefully beside me. Unbothered. Smug. Still infuriatingly gorgeous. There was no way in hell I was going to let him enjoy that nap. So, I decided to be noisier, yanking at the chains r

DAXTON I tucked her in gently, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face. Then I leaned over to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. I didn't know what exactly had happened that made her pass out. But it was a relief to know that she wasn't in danger. It was also a bigger relief to know that the walls between us had come crashing down. So much that she'd been willing to let me feed on her. I let my gaze roam over her stunning features. Her long lashes were wet and she looked so vulnerable... too small for all the wars she'd fought and the ones still coming. Gods, I wanted to climb in beside her. But my mind was still hazy from bloodlust. She needed rest. So, I slipped out of the room and shut the door behind me, quietly. My study smelled like old books and burning sage. I hadn't been in this house for almost a year. Soren was waiting by the window, gazing at the night sky, sipping something from my favourite mug. "You're drinking from my 'I bite' mug." "Well, you pret

ARYA I wept. Not just for myself but for Daxton, who'd carried such a suffocating weight since Anessa's death. I couldn't imagine how he was feeling. Everything he'd believed about her death had been nothing but a lie. A lie conjured by that two-faced bastard, Theron. I heaved into the toilet bowl again at the thought that I'd kissed and slept with him in ignorance. I felt dirty and undeserving of Daxton. If I could peel off my skin, I would. And Lucien... Gods, how broken he must be. If he hadn't given Daxton that drink...we could have avoided all of this. And yet, he'd been among the people who'd dragged Daxton to his ruin. I hated him. But, at the same time, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was just a pawn after all. Just like me. I struggled to my feet, flushing my mess. I grabbed some mouthwash, gurgling absentmindedly. My mate must be in so much pain. Almost everyone around him had either been used against him or betrayed him. My heart hurt for him. This was

ARYA I didn't want to do this. Deep down, beneath the haze suffocating my thoughts, I knew this wasn't me. But my hands...those traitorous, trembling things shoved Daxton back onto the bed, pinning him down as I hovered over his chest, my claws seeking the spot where the moonstone pulsed beneath his skin. "Arya?" he rasped, his voice hoarse. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't even angry. He looked like someone who was watching a storm destroy a home they'd just started to rebuild. My heart shattered at the sound of my name from his lips, but the command in my head roared louder. 'Dig. Now. Rip it out. Use your claws. Do not stop until it's out.' Theron. His voice was a knife, twisted deep in my skull. I could feel him seizing control of my body and bending it to his will. I couldn't breathe. Suddenly Soren was there. His strong arms wrapped around my torso and yanked me back. I screamed, writhing against his iron-tight grip, trying to reach Daxton again. "No!" I choked. "No