MATED TO MY BULLIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Maya's POV I woke up three days later in a makeshift medical tent, my body screaming in agony. The battle was a blur of blood and silver light in my memory. I remembered killing, so much killing. Remembered the coalition forces breaking and running. I remembered Alpha Cornelius's head in my hands before everything went dark. "She's awake," someone called out. My mother appeared at my bedside, her face drawn and exhausted. "How do you feel?" "Like I died and came back wrong," I croaked. My throat was raw, my voice barely recognizable. "What happened?" "You went critical. The serum overloaded your system and you..." Elena hesitated. "You killed forty-three wolves before you collapsed. The coalition forces retreated. We managed to evacuate to a secondary location." Forty-three. I'd killed forty-three wolves in a single rampage. "Good," I said flatly. Elena's face tightened. "Maya, you nearly died. Your body shut down completely. If Dr. Morrison hadn't.." "Where's Thomas?" I inter

Karl's POV I stood in the darkness outside Elena Rodriguez's compound, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was insane. If anyone found out I was here, if Seraphina discovered I'd made contact with Maya's mother, I'd be executed for treason. But I was out of options. "You have five minutes before my guards shoot you where you stand," Elena's voice came from the shadows. She emerged, flanked by two armed wolves, her expression cold and unforgiving. "Talk fast, Blackwood." "I need your help," I said simply. "To stop Seraphina. And to save Maya from herself." Elena laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want me to help you? After what you and your brothers did to my daughter? After you tried to execute her?" "I know." The words tasted like ash. "I know we failed her. Betrayed her. Destroyed her. I know there's no forgiveness for what we did." I took a step closer, ignoring the guards' weapons raising. "But if someone doesn't stop this war, everyone dies. Including Maya." "M

Seraphina's POV I watched from my office window as Karl Blackwood slipped out of the pack house at midnight, heading toward the forest with a backpack and determined expression. "Idiot," I murmured, sipping my wine. "Absolute idiot." "Should we follow him?" my lieutenant, Marcus (I'd kept the name as a small joke), asked from behind me. "No need." I turned from the window, smiling. "I already know where he's going. Who he's meeting. What he thinks he's accomplishing." I'd known about Karl's little rebellion for days now. My spies were better than he gave me credit for. Every "secret" meeting with Elijah. Every encrypted message to Elena Rodriguez. Every piece of "intelligence" he thought he was stealing. I'd allowed all of it. "You're going to let him continue?" Marcus asked, confused. "Of course." I settled into my chair, feeling the satisfaction of a plan falling perfectly into place. "Karl thinks he's being clever, playing double agent, feeding information to Maya's mother. B

POV: Seraphina The war room glowed with soft lamplight as I traced my finger across the map one final time. Every piece was exactly where I needed it. Every lie had been believed. Every trap had been set. "My lady, the forces are in position." Commander Vance stood at attention near the doorway, his armor gleaming in the dim light. I smiled, slow and satisfied. "Excellent. And the timing?" "Midnight. Two days ahead of the schedule we fed to Karl Blackwood." Perfect. Karl thought he had five more days to prepare. He thought the attack would come from the east, where Maya's pathetic little army had positioned their strongest defenses. He thought he was so clever, playing double agent, feeding information to Elena Rodriguez. The fool never realized every word from my lips had been poison. "The northern perimeter?" I asked, moving to the window. The moon hung heavy and full in the sky. A hunter's moon. How fitting. "Minimal defenses, exactly as our intelligence indicated. Perhaps t

POV: Maya I watched the water swallow them and something inside me snapped. Not broke. Snapped into place. "No," I said. The word came out quiet but absolute. "No, not like this." I threw myself into the opening before anyone could stop me, sliding down into the flooded tunnel. The cold water hit me like a thousand knives. It was already chest deep and rising fast, the current strong and merciless. Bodies floated in the darkness. Some are still moving. Some were not. I waded through the water toward the source of the flow. My legs barely worked, the serum eating through my nervous system. But I could see it now, a massive crack in the tunnel wall where water gushed through with incredible force. An underground spring, maybe connected to the river miles away. The pressure was immense. I didn't care. I planted my feet against the muddy floor and pushed my hands against the crack. Water blasted through my fingers, the pressure threatening to tear my arms from their sockets. My bones