Their Untouchable Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

LIAM Hearing Ronan’s laugh made me feel disturbed, and it sounded eerily hollow as it bounced off the stone walls of the infirmary. I didn't let my expression change because I couldn't afford to show any weakness in front of my brothers right now, but inside, my gut was twisting. I had noticed how Cade and Ronan had been treating Cora since she arrived, and their constant suspicion was starting to wear me down to the bone. Last night, seeing her pale and shaking in that bed, I had finally made a choice to take a permanent stance on her matter. I wasn't going to let them treat her like a piece of meat or a spy anymore, and that slap was just the beginning of me drawing a line in the dirt. Ronan finished his laughter, and the room went dead silent again. He took a slow, deliberate step forward until we were both nose to nose, and I could smell the copper scent of the blood on his skin and the sour tang of his rage. "This is good, Liam. Perfect, even," Ronan snarled, his voice v

LIAM By the time I was done with Ronan in the courtyard, the sun had already dipped below the tree line and it was already evening. I had spent hours listening to him vent and making sure he wasn't going to desert the pack in a fit of rage, and my head was pounding from the effort. I left him sharpening his blades in the armory and headed straight to the infirmary because I needed to check on Cade. While his wound would usually heal naturally over time with his abilities as an Alpha, the rogues that attacked him had maliciously poisoned their blades with silver nitrate and wolfsbane. It was a dirty tactic meant to slow down our regeneration, and I had been worried about his fever all afternoon. I pushed open the heavy door to the room and noticed that my brother was sitting up already, leaning against a pile of pillows. His complexion looked rosy instead of that sickly gray I had seen earlier, and it seemed like he was getting better already despite the poison. I scanned the ro

LIAM I had decided to patrol the borders and the territory ground by myself tonight because I couldn't sit still in that fortress for another minute. The air inside had become too thick with Ronan’s resentment and Cade’s pity, and I needed the cold wind of the ridge to clear my head. Another thing was that I wanted to meet Sylas too, and I wanted to do it on my own terms without my brothers breathing down my neck. In my opinion, enemies like Sylas were the most troublesome kind you could ever face in this life. I wasn't afraid of people with pure strength as they were easy to subdue with enough force, and neither was I afraid of those who were just intelligent because they usually lacked the gut to get their hands dirty. What I feared was those who had all these qualities combined and knew exactly how to use them to tear a man apart from the inside out. Strategists like him hated these kinds of people as they were hard to fight in an open field, and you might be thinking about one

LIAM Of course I knew about the curse and every miserable detail related to it. It had been the rot inside my bones for years, and I was not surprised that Sylas was aware of it since everyone in that region knew about the three cursed Alphas of Fort Blackwood. We were the local monsters, the tragic legends people whispered about over drinks, but what made me freeze wasn't just the mention of our affliction. It was the way he said it, with a jagged edge to his voice that made me feel like he knew something I didn't, something deep and buried. I didn't show this on my face though, and I kept my expression as hard as the stone under my horse's hooves. I told him to get off whatever rubbish he was planning to spew forth because I didn't have the stomach for his riddles that night. Sylas only smiled, and the moonlight hit the yellowed bone of his teeth as he watched me with those dead, milky eyes. "The girl," he said, his voice dropping into a low, oily whisper. "Cora. Did she have a m

CORAUpon seeing that Sylas had gone and Liam was also leaving the clearing, I quickly got down from the tree, my boots hitting the soft earth with a muffled thud. I didn't waste a second and started following along the path they took, but I kept my distance. I was terrified that Sylas might still be hiding around, watching the trail, and I knew for a fact that he would notice me if I weren't careful. I was sure that I couldn't handle someone like that, especially someone who was able to escape from an Alpha like Liam without a scratch on him. I traced my steps back through the valley, but I was moving much faster now since I wasn't as bothered with hiding my presence from the local wildlife.The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, and every snap of a twig sounded like a gunshot in the quiet night. On getting to the fortress, I noticed immediately that the atmosphere had shifted. The torches were burning brighter, and the guards seemed to be on high alert, pacing the rampa