The mafia King's Pet [M×M] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Damon's POVAldrich moved with the confidence of someone who knew every stone in this cursed fortress. We followed him through corridors that seemed to twist back on themselves, down stairs that shouldn't exist according to any map I'd studied. The Silent Dancers flanked us in perfect formation, their weapons drawn, while Selene kept pace at my shoulder, her eyes never leaving Aldrich's back.Daphne stayed close to him. Too close. Her hand occasionally brushed his arm, as if reassuring herself he was real, that the mate she'd mourned for five years was truly alive. I understood the impulse… the bond was a powerful thing, demanding closeness, demanding touch… but it made my teeth grind. We couldn't afford sentiment right now. Not when every second brought the Queen closer to realizing she'd been played."The lower supply network was built during the old wars," Aldrich explained quietly as we descended another flight of stairs, these ones carved from rough stone rather than the polished

Damon's POVI woke to the smell of ancient stone and coppery taste in the air.My head pounded like someone had used it as a drum. Every muscle ached like I was being burned alive. I felt the coldness of the silver chains made of wolfbane wrapped around my wrists, burning where they touched bare skin. I was on my knees, the cold stone floor pressing against my shins.I forced my eyes open. For a moment, my vision swarmed, I could feel whatever sedative they must have given me when I was out pumping in my system, making it hard to focus.Slowly and painfully, my surroundings started to clear.I was in a temple.No, that word didn't do it justice. This was something ancient, something that can only be traced back to 3 to 4 centuries old… I sucked in a deep breath,The ritual temple!The name tasted like burning ash in my mouth. Maybe a millennia old, but it was once the council's headquarters, the righteous faction wolves that control the whole werewolf kingdom, but apparently it has n

Milo povMy voice rang out before I could stop it."Damon, please. Please don't do this. She's going to…" my voice broke,"I know," Damon interrupted, his eyes meeting mine across the temple. And in them, I saw everything he couldn't say, Determination, fierceness, Resignation. "But I don't have a choice, do I?""There's always a choice," I said desperately."Not this time," he said softly, facing millen."Oh, this is perfect. Young love, noble sacrifice, dramatic last words. It's like a tragic play. I couldn't have scripted it better myself." She laughed, obviously delighted that her plans are working.She moved to the center of the temple, taking a fighting stance."Come on, then, Alpha," she taunted. " Show me why you thought you could challenge a queen. Come and dance with the queen."Damon moved forward, his steps measured, He raised his blade, and for a moment, the temple went silent, as if it was waiting for somethingAnd then they clashed.The sound of steel meeting steel rang

Milo's POVThe silence that followed was the kind that existed at the end of worlds.I couldn't look away from him. Couldn't process what I was seeing. His chest… that broad, strong chest that had risen and fallen with life mere seconds ago…. lay perfectly still. His eyes, those golden eyes that had held mine with such desperate love during his transformation, now stared at nothing with the terrible emptiness of death."No," I whispered. The word felt hollow, and meaningless. "No, no, no, noooooooo.."My voice rose with each repetition until I was screaming it, the sound raw and broken and utterly helpless. I pulled against my chains with strength I didn't know I possessed, feeling bones grind and skin tear, but the ancient metal held fast."DAMON!" His name tore from my throat. "DAMON, PLEASE! PLEASE WAKE UP!"But the dead don't wake. They don't move. They don't breathe.Millen stood over his body, chest heaving, blood dripping from her countless wounds that were already beginning to

Chapter 208 Milo pov I could now see the true extent of his injuries.His broken body lay at the base of the altar. Still and cold and lifeless. The bond was still severed and empty. Pain lanced through my chest, sharp and terrible even through the power flooding my system. "He died for nothing," Millen said, following my gaze. Some of her confidence was returning now that the initial shock had worn off. "Your mate threw away his life, let that curse consume him, and for what? You might have power now, omega, but you're still weak. Still soft." She began circling me, her movements predatory once more. "Power means nothing without the will to use it." The thought took root inside me. Together with the realization that my mate might actually be dead. I squashed that thought immediately, forcing away the tears that wanted to fall. “Can we revive him?” i asked desperately, but lior only gave a grunt and that was it. "You're thinking about him," Millen said, noticing where my divide