Protector Of The Alpha's Cursed Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Belarie stood transfixed, watching the fire robot cradle Jeffrey with a gentleness that shouldn't have been possible. The baby's tiny hand rested against the robot's glowing chest, and he was calm—peaceful in a way he hadn't been with anyone else.Belarie's mind was swirling, melting, fragmenting into pieces he couldn't quite fit back together.Five hundred years of planning. Of singular, obsessive purpose.And now—Now, he couldn't even hold a knife steady.He raised his hand, and fire spiralled from his palm, forming a portal that burned bright against the stone walls. Without a word, he grabbed the terrified hospital worker by the arm and shoved her through it.She stumbled into wherever the portal led—probably back to the hospital, back to her own baby—and the portal snapped shut behind her.Onika's eyes searched his face, trying to read what he was thinking and what he was planning."What are you going to do with him?""Stop looking at me like that," Belarie said, his voice rough

Dante's hands moved to the hem of Peggy's shirt, and she didn't stop him. He lifted it carefully, his fingers trembling, needing to see for himself—needing to know if it was real.The incoming death mark on her back had always been there. But now it was red.Bright, angry red, like her veins had been filled with fire instead of blood.Dante's breath left him in one sharp exhale."I thought I was ready," Peggy whispered, her voice breaking. "I thought I'd accepted it. I thought I could face death with dignity, with peace. But now that it's really happening—" A sob tore from her throat. "I can't. I can't, Dante. I don't want to die.""Peggy—""It's not fair." Her voice rose, desperate and furious and heartbroken all at once. "It's not fair. I'm twenty-six years old. I should have decades left. I should get to live. I should get to have a future. Have kids. I'm a good person, Dante." She inhaled through the tears. "Why do i get to die so soo, and a monsters like Belarie are left to walk

Annie's chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps. Her lips had already begun to turn the color of ash. "Annie." Killian's voice cracked as his hands framed her face. "Why would you do this?" But her eyes were already losing focus, staring past him. Belarie knelt beside them, staring at Annie—at the way her skin was losing its warmth, at the blue creeping up from her fingertips and something inside him fractured. Because he'd seen this before. The memory hit him hard. Five hundred years ago, in that cottage he lived with Annitore. He could see himself so clearly—the way he'd been dying from the poison in that EmberBorn Hunter's Arrows. Annitore had given her immortality to save him. "What good is living forever, If you're not here with me?" Those were Annitore's words. Now, kneeling in Killian's living room with Annie dying in front of him, Belarie understood something he should have realized centuries ago. Annitore hadn't saved him so he could spend ete

Mallory nodded slowly, her fingers knotting together in her lap like she was trying to hold herself together by force."Yes," she said, her voice quiet but steady. "I'm going to do the ritual. That's why I'm here—to get her discharged."Kael’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking in his cheek."And what is Darlene supposed to do when she wakes up healthy and you're gone?" he asked, his voice low but trembling underneath. "A seven-year-old girl. Alone. In a world like this?"Mallory’s head snapped up, something sharp and desperate flashing through her eyes."What would you rather have me do?" she shot back, her voice rising, cracking under the weight of everything she’d been carrying. "Stand there and watch her die? Watch her fade away piece by piece while I do nothing?" Her chest heaved. "I won’t do that. I can’t do that."The room fell silent.Not the peaceful kind.The suffocating kind.Then Kael spoke.Slowly.Like every word cost him something."What about my child?"His voice was bare

Annie's hand went cold in his.Killian felt it instantly-the way her fingers stiffened in his."They killed your parents," he said quietly. "Mr and Mrs Morales." His grip tightened slightly, steadying her. "I left them alive because I wanted you to decide what happens next. I stopped you once before... I won't do that again. Whatever you choose-I'll stand by it."Annie didn't respond.She just looked at them.Tommy dragged his head up slowly. His one good eye found her, and something ugly flickered there-something pleased. Something unhinged. His lips peeled back into a broken smile."The vessel," he rasped. "Look at you now... power couple, huh?" A wet cough tore through him, but he kept going. "Your father... he screamed. Begged like a coward. Kept calling your name -'Annie... Annie-'"He never finished.Annie's hand lifted.The fire came alive.It erupted-a violent column of white-hot fury that tore through the room, swallowing Tommy mid-laugh, cutting Connor's scream in half, burn