MATED TO MY BULLIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

POV: Victoria The first hunter was still tearing through the crowd when two more transformations began. I watched in frozen horror as a female wolf from Maya's group collapsed, her spine arching impossibly. Her screams cut through the chaos, raw and animal. Bones cracked and reformed. Skin split and healed and split again. Within seconds, another eight-foot monster rose where a person had been. Then a third. A young male from Seraphina's coalition. He'd been standing right next to me, helping organize the civilian evacuation. Now he was something else entirely. Something that looked at me with white, glowing eyes and saw only prey. "Run!" someone shouted. "Everyone run!" The crowd scattered like water hitting hot oil. Wolves fled in every direction, parents grabbing children, warriors trying to form defensive lines that collapsed as quickly as they formed. The fragile alliance we'd built through survival shattered under the weight of pure terror. The three hunters moved throu

POV: Alexei Victoria's wrist fascinated me in the worst possible way. The black symbol wasn't tattooed or branded. It existed beneath her skin somehow, visible through the flesh like ink suspended in clear water. When I touched it, the mark felt cold. Not the cold temperature, but the absence of warmth. Like touching something that had never known heat. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "No. It just feels... wrong. Like having a splinter in my soul instead of my finger." Victoria flexed her hand, watching the symbol move with her skin. "But Dr. Morrison says it's actually protection." Morrison nodded, examining the mark through a magnifying glass. "It's a sigil. Ancient. Protective. Those who pass the Mother Below's trials receive this mark. As far as I can tell, it prevents forced transformation into hunters. You've earned your free will back, at least partially." Around us, the camp was chaotic. The nuclear detonation had forced everyone to evacuate miles from the facility. Now hund

POV: Seraphina The bond was killing me. I felt Maya slipping away, her consciousness fading like water through my fingers. The magical connection the Mother Below had forced between us pulled taut, stretching thin, threatening to snap. And when it snapped, I'd die too. That was the deal. Bound together until humanity's threat was ended. If one died, both died. I should have been angry. I should have been calculating how to break the bond, how to save myself. But all I felt was terror. Maya was dying and I couldn't let her. Not because of the bond. Not because I needed her to survive. But because somewhere in the past few days of forced proximity, of feeling her emotions bleed through our connection, I'd started to understand her. And understanding had led to something I never expected. I cared. "Morrison!" I grabbed the doctor's coat, pulling him close. "How do I reach her? How do I get into wherever she is?" "You can't. The trial dimension is sealed. Only Maya can.." "Th

POV: Karl The world came back in pieces. Voices first. Elijah's, tight with worry. Nathan's, defensive and guilty. Then Morrison's clinical tone explaining vitals and recovery rates. Then memory crashed over me like a wave. Maya tied to the silver post. Flames rising. Her screams. The corruption serum burning through my veins as Seraphina forced me to watch. My body moving without permission, a puppet dancing on her strings while Maya burned and I did nothing. I sat up violently, my hands going to my chest where I expected to feel corruption still spreading. But my skin was clear. The black veins were gone. Whatever Morrison had done, it had worked. "Easy," Elijah said, his hand on my shoulder. "You've been unconscious for days. Your body needs time to adjust." "Maya," I croaked. "Where is she? Is she alive?" The silence that followed was too long. Too heavy. "She's alive," Nathan said finally. "But a lot has happened since you've been under. Things you need to know." T

POV: Elijah The massacre faded. The trial reset. I stood in the Mother Below's shifting void, surrounded by the ghostly echoes of moments I could change. "Try again," the goddess said, amused. "Perhaps you'll choose better this time." I studied the scenes floating around me. Maya at different ages, suffering in different ways. Every moment I'd witnessed and done nothing about. "What if I go earlier?" I asked. "Before the Blackwood brothers. Before everything got so complicated." "Show me." I chose the moment when Maya was eight years old. Rick was beating her, drunk and violent. I appeared in their apartment, younger myself but still strong enough to intervene. "Stop!" I grabbed Rick's arm, pulling him away from young Maya. "You're hurting her." Rick turned his rage on me. We fought. I was stronger, faster, and trained. I subdued him easily and called the authorities. Maya was removed from the home, placed in protective services. Safe. Finally safe. Then the scene shi