Their Untouchable Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

LIAMI stood frozen in the middle of the training field, watching Cora’s retreating figure until she disappeared past the stone archway, and I immediately regretted my actions. The sight of those tear tracks on her face felt like a blade sliding between my ribs, and I felt like I shouldn't have reacted to her in such a manner. She had just been asking a question, and I lashed out at her.The anger built up in me so much that it started to overflow, but it wasn't directed at her anymore. I turned toward the line of guards I was supposed to be training, and I literally vented my frustration on them, barking orders that were borderline impossible and knocking a few of them into the mud with more force than necessary. I needed to hit something, I needed to break something, but the hollow look in Cora’s eyes kept flashing in my mind. Eventually, I couldn't stand the sight of the men or the field, and I turned on my heel, stomping toward my private study.My wolf was getting riled up in me,

CORAI kept my eyes on my plate, cutting into the thick slab of steak with more force than necessary, and I could feel the weight of three Alpha stares pressing against me.Liam suddenly dropped his cup on the table, and the hollow thud it made was dramatic enough to signal that he finally had something to say. I didn’t look up, but from his rigid posture and the way the air in the room suddenly felt charged with static, I could tell it was something serious."We all need to talk," Liam said, his voice gravelly and stiff.Without waiting for Ronan or Cade to give their approval, he began to speak about the night before. He detailed the cause for the state of emergency, his voice steady as he recounted the ride into the woods and the confrontation that followed. I pretended not to listen, focusing entirely on tearing apart the meat on my plate with my knife, but my ears were ringing with every word he dropped.Right then, Liam paused, and the sudden silence made me look up. He was sta

LIAMI could almost smell the fear emanating from Cora, and it was mixed with a thick layer of disbelief. My wolf was pacing restlessly behind my ribs, baring its teeth and warning me that Ronan was giving off dangerous vibes. I could tell by the way my brother was gripping his glass and the way his eyes had gone dark that he was already looking like he was about to do something stupid. He had always been the most volatile of us, and right then, his desperation for a cure was making him erratic.I couldn’t let that table descend into a trial where she had already been found guilty. I took a slow breath, letting the silence stretch for a moment, and then I added a break to my previous words."I actually didn't give a shit about Sylas's words," I stated, my voice cutting through the tension.Everybody, including Cora, stared at me in shock and surprise. I saw her eyes widen, her mouth parting slightly as she processed what I had just said. Ronan, ho

CORAIt was midnight and I couldn't really sleep as numerous thoughts were whooshing through my mind. The moonlight spilled across the floor in cold, silver strips, and every time I closed my eyes, the whole dining table fiasco crossed my mind. I could still hear Ronan’s voice and see the look of conflict on Liam’s face. However, what really left me awake was the knowledge that we were heading back to the pack grounds the next day.I found it funny that not long before, there had been a massive argument about heading back to the main pack territory, but now we were all willing to go without a second thought. The idea of the bloodline troubled me deeply, and I tried not to think much about it, but the recent happenings made me wonder if Sylas was actually right. I hated the idea of having any connection to the person who cursed that family, but if my blood was the key to their survival, everything was about to change.The only thing that made the journey bearable was knowing that I’d s

CORAAbout an hour later, I felt the carriage slow to a crawl before it finally stopped, and the coachman announced that we had arrived at the pack. My heart tensed for a moment, a sudden tightness in my chest that made it hard to swallow, especially as the thoughts of my previous tormentors flashed past my mind. I remembered the sneers, the cold shoulders, and the way they used to look at me like I was dirt.At the same time, Liam reached out and placed his palm over my hand. His touch was warm, and he squeezed once as if reassuring me of his presence without saying a single word. I was warmed by his gesture, and I understood the silent message he was sending. He was there, and he wouldn't let them touch me, but I also reminded myself that I was no longer the same helpless omega who had been bundled out of the pack back then. Nor was I the same girl who had been meek and trembling the last time I came over for a visit. I had claws then, and I had people who would bleed for me.As we