Their Untouchable Little Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

SYLASThis couldn't be happening. I staggered back, my legs shaking as I tried to process the disaster unfolding in my own veins. I stared down at my chest where that bastard Liam had stabbed me. This was not the plan. I felt an intense, agonizing pain rattle through my entire frame, and I could hear a sound like something expanding deep inside my organs. It was a low, heavy thrumming that made my teeth ache.I felt filled with energy like never before. It was a raw, white-hot heat that rushed through my limbs, but I knew immediately that something was wrong. This was not the controlled ascension I had studied for years. This was excessive energy, a flood that my body couldn't hold. I felt a surge of dread when I realized the exact cause of the failure. The place where Liam had plunged his blade was exactly the point where the energies of destruction and creation had concentrated. They had formed a critical mass right there in my chest.When I was absorbing the power from the girl, I

CORAI had started to feel a bit better after the healing kicked in. I was surprised by how quickly the skin on my wrist had closed up, but I didn't have time to think about it because Ronan was screaming. I kneeled by his side, my hands hovering over him, and it seemed like it was already too late. The sight of him was terrible. I could see the pain and the aging in his face as his features twisted. His bones were shifting under his skin with loud, wet snaps that made me sick. It was like he and his wolf were locked in a brutal battle for control over his body. His skin started tearing from the frequent transformation and detransformation, and blood leaked from the cracks. I realized that the blood he had swallowed had similar properties to the curse. Instead of curing him, it had just triggered the curse even more.Despite everything he had done to me and the others, I wasn't willing to see him die like that. I reached out and touched his shoulder, telling him to hang on. I closed

CADEI had always thought being cursed was miserable enough, but I never expected my own brother to be the one to kill me. How miserable was my life going to be? I had watched the entire battle unfold from the floor, my body broken and my strength gone, and I was disgruntled that I couldn't do anything about it. I had never felt this useless in my entire life. Up until the moment I felt my consciousness fading fully, I was filled with regret. I still had many things I hadn't settled, and there were so many people I wanted to make pay for what they had done to our family. At the last moment, a lithe but gentle-looking silhouette filled my vision, and I felt the world go dark.However, I suddenly felt something wasn't right. My mind was still working, and I could feel thoughts forming clearly in my head. How was I able to still think despite being dead already? Death was supposed to be a void, a place where the pain finally stopped and the thinking ended.My eyes, which I had closed at

CORAThe curse instantly finds an exit. I felt the cold pressure leave my arm and move into Cade as he let out a low groan, but a second later, he released a beastly scream that made my heart stop. He gritted his teeth so hard I thought they would break, and bloody lines started appearing on his skin like something was trying to crawl out from under his flesh. I tried to move closer to hold him, hoping that my touch might do something to help, but he reached his hands out and shoved the air toward me to keep me away.I panicked, my chest tightening as I watched him suffer. Liam, on the other hand, got angry immediately."You shouldn't have been so reckless, Cade!" Liam yelled. His face was red with frustration and fear, but Cade just looked at us and managed a small, painful smile.At the same time, the fortress seemed to have awakened. Numerous loud whispers started flitting across the air, and they sounded like hundreds of people talking at once in a language I couldn't understand.

LIAMEver since I was small, one thing I had learned was that real men didn't cry. It was a sign of weakness, a sign of the lack of capacity to be a leader, and definitely a sign that you weren't fit to be an alpha. I had been taught that emotions were a liability, and thus, I had never cried once until I reached adulthood. I truly thought I was immune to it.Even when the curse had first taken our lives and turned everything awry, I didn't cry. Not when we lost our home, and not when our family began to fall apart.However, now, here I was, crying. I was doing the one thing I had promised myself never to do. I felt the hot tears tracks down my face, and I couldn't stop them no matter how hard I gritted my teeth. Even my wolf inside was subdued. He wasn't growling or fighting; he was just making these hapless whimpers in the back of my mind that seemed to make me even more depressed. I felt smaller than I had ever been.My brother's corpse was still there, lying motionless on the grou