Their Untouchable Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

CORAI kept my eyes on Sylas, my fingers cramping around the hilt of my daggers as the reddish-black light from the altar pulsed against the stone walls. The courtyard was still a mess of screaming and tearing flesh, but here, the air felt thick and heavy like it was waiting for something to break. Sylas didn't look like he was in a hurry to kill me, and that was the part that made my skin crawl the most. He just stood there with that calm, arrogant expression while the sigils in the air began to settle into the floor."You look confused, Cora," he said, and his voice was smooth, almost like he was talking to an old friend instead of a girl he had just tried to impale. "It’s a long story, but I think you deserve to hear it before we finish this."I didn't answer him. I just shifted my stance, feeling the cold floor through my boots and trying to see past him to where Cade was fighting. I could hear the wet thud of bodies hitting the stairs outside, but I was trapped in this circle of

LIAMI had been following every word coming out of Sylas’s mouth while I fought, and most of it didn't surprise me. I had heard parts of the story before, but the detail about Cora’s bloodline was something I hadn’t fully realized. It changed everything, but I couldn't stop to think about it now. I was busy cutting down rogue after rogue as they flooded the hall, and there were just too many of them. They moved with a desperate hunger, throwing themselves at my claws, and I had to gut three of them just to take a single step forward.To make matters worse, Ronan had purposely moved to occupy Cade. I had told Cade to protect Cora, but Ronan was blocking his path, forcing him into a corner of the room where the shadows were thickest. I knew it was useless to blame Cade right now because Ronan was a beast when he wanted to be, but I just hoped I could finish these bastards in front of me and get to her side before Sylas did something irreversible.Then I saw it, and my heart nearly stopp

CORA I pressed my hands against the wound in Cade’s chest, but nothing happened. I tried everything I could think of, but the blood just kept leaking through my fingers. It was warm and thick, and no matter how hard I pressed, the flow didn't slow down. I was desperate, my mind searching for any scrap of information that could help, but I felt completely useless. Cade was getting weaker by the second, and the color was draining from his face until he looked like a statue.He coughed, and a spray of blood hit his lip. He looked at me, his eyes trying to focus, and he gripped my wrist with a hand that had no strength left."Cora," he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "You need to... you have to get out of here. Escape. While they’re... busy.""Shut up!" I screamed at him. I didn't care who heard me. I was fighting back tears that felt like they were going to burn my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Just shut your mouth, Cade. You’re going to survive this. Do you hear me? You

LIAMI was still locked in a brutal struggle with Ronan. I had seen Cora coming toward us out of the corner of my eye. Even though she was injured, I felt it was better than her staying near Sylas, but I didn't want her getting caught in the middle of our fight either. By now, I literally couldn't feel my limbs anymore. My body felt numb, yet the pain from the curse was more intense than it had ever been. It felt like my bones were being ground into powder. I was bloodied from head to toe, and so was Ronan. But compared to me, Ronan looked more lively. He moved with a speed that didn't make sense, and it seemed like he could continue fighting all day long while I was struggling to keep my eyes open.We stopped for a second, both of us breathing hard as we circled each other. Ronan wiped a smear of blood from his jaw and looked at me."You resemble a madman, Liam," he said, his voice mocking. "All of this for a woman? Look at yourself."I snarled, refusing to answer that. I didn't wan

CORAThe ritual began immediately, and I felt a sharp, pulsing pain shoot through my entire body. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and it felt like my soul was being physically pulled out of my chest.My back arched against the cold stone as the altar suddenly began to shine with a reddish-black light. It looked sinister and wrong, and the light seemed to eat at the shadows in the room. Even more of my blood flowed out of the cut on my wrist, filling the deep grooves of the stone altar until it reached the edges. I watched, pinned down by the chains, as Sylas took a knife and cut his own wrist. He held his arm over me, and I watched with a feeling of pure disgust as our blood mixed together at the center of the altar, right above my head.At the same time, voices began to fill my head again. I had heard them before, but this time they were different and much louder. I heard a woman sobbing quietly in the back of my mind, her voice full of a grief that made my own chest a