Their Untouchable Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

CORAFor the last few days, things had been pretty quiet at the fortress. The usual chaos had died down while the three alphas had been doing their thing. I’d barely seen any of them except for the occasional training session with Liam, and even those were short and focused. He and Cade were busy for most of the day, moving through the lower levels and patrolling the perimeter. They seemed to be fortifying the fortress from the inside, and their movements were urgent, almost as if they were preventing us from going out instead of keeping others from coming in. It made me wonder what was really going on.When I asked Liam about the sudden increase in security, he didn't give me a straight answer. He only told me that he felt something was going to happen soon, but I thought otherwise at first. I figured he was just being paranoid after the incident at the ritual grounds, but the way he kept his hand on his sword hilt told me I was wrong.Ronan had been like a ghost. He was never around

RONANWhen I reached my room, I pushed the door open and stopped, the sight of the scattered furniture and the dark stains on the rug barely registering in my mind. "Filthy," I muttered, looking at the mess of broken wood and torn fabric from my last outburst, "I should probably get someone to clean it up before the smell becomes unbearable." I didn't have time to deal with it now, and I moved toward the center of the room to grab the bag of supplies I had prepared. My hands were steady as I checked the contents, ensuring everything was in place for what needed to be done, and I felt a surge of cold purpose that calmed the frantic scratching of my wolf.I headed to the reading desk, the mirror fixed above it reflecting the chaos of the room behind me, and I grabbed the small satchel that was resting on the wood. I smiled, a jagged and humorless expression, as I tossed it into my pocket and felt the weight of it against my thigh. Before I left, I looked up and saw my reflection in the

LIAM"No, no, no," I muttered, the words tumbling out in a continuous, frantic string as I moved through the main hallway of the residential wing. My head felt like it was being split open from the inside, and I could feel the curse clawing at the edges of my mind, trying to take over my every thought. My skin rippled with the effort of holding back the shift, and my vision blurred into shades of red and amber every time I blinked. I reached the first heavy door and shoved it open so hard it slammed against the stone wall, but the room was empty. I didn't stop to look twice, and I moved to the next one, my breathing heavy and jagged as I repeated the process, and with every empty chamber, the knot of dread in my stomach tightened.I reached Cade’s room and threw the door open, my claws already starting to prick at the skin of my palms. Cade was sitting on the floor in the center of the room, his legs crossed and his eyes shut tight in deep meditation, and I could see the sweat beads

CORA"Hurry, Cora," Liam commanded, his voice pulling me back from the clearing and the strange feeling of being watched. I shook my head, trying to forget about the phantom gaze that had just settled on my spine, and I ran through the thick underbrush to catch up with him. We moved quickly through the trees until we arrived at Cade's side, and I saw him kneeling on the damp forest floor. He was positioned next to a newly dug hole, the dirt fresh and dark against the surrounding moss, and it was obvious from the jagged edges that he wasn't the one who had created it. Cade looked up at us, his face grim in the pale moonlight, and he gestured for us to look at what he had pulled from the shallow pit.He showed us a bundle of objects he had found buried beneath the roots of a dying pine. There was a clump of hair, long and matted with dark stains, and next to it lay a bloodied dagger. Liam let out a sharp, hissed breath as he leaned in to inspect the weapon, and his eyes widened in rec

LIAMThe scream ripped through the air, and my grip on the table intensified instantly. The metal groaned under my fingers, and I nearly crushed the edge of it as my anger flared white-hot. Sylas had actually dared to come here, to my home, after everything he had done. "Good," I muttered, my voice a low growl that vibrated in my chest, "he had fits if he thinks he's walking away from this." I didn't wait for a response as I headed straight for the doors, my blood boiling with the need to kill. Cade and Cora followed close behind me, their footsteps echoing mine on the stone floor, and I could feel the energy of the bond crackling between us as we burst out into the night.We reached the entrance, and I stopped dead as I saw the devastation. The main fence of the fortress had been completely broken down, the heavy stones and iron bars tossed aside like they were nothing but twigs. A dead guard lay on the floor near the rubble, and I could see a gaping hole in his neck that was still