The Last Of Her Pack의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Eran POVThe full moon hung high, spilling silver across the floor. I stared at myself in the mirror, every muscle coiled and ready, veins thrumming with anticipation. The fight ahead wasn’t just a test of skill—it was survival. Every heartbeat hammered against my ribs as I traced the edges of my reflection, imagining the clash, the inevitability of it all. A single mistake, a single hesitation, and it would be over. My eyes narrowed. No room for doubt. Not tonight.A knock at the door echoed through the room, cutting into the quiet. I tensed, hand brushing over my side where my own sword would normally rest if it weren’t already accounted for elsewhere. “Come in,” I called, my voice low, steady, betraying none of the sharp pulse in my chest.The door opened, and a man stepped in, carrying something long and wrapped, the kind of weight that spoke of careful craft and dangerous intent. He didn’t look at me, eyes trained on the table as he set the package down with deliberate care. I st

Eran POVMy heart was hammering so hard I thought it might shatter my chest. The thought alone made my lips curl into a grin that felt too sharp to be entirely sane. I was going to take him down. Eryx. The golden man everyone adored. I swallowed the bitter taste that threatened to rise in my mouth. Disgust. I paced my room for a moment, breathing deep, feeling the tremor of anticipation coil tight in my chest. My fingers itched to wrap around the hilt of my sword. The subtle venom that would make Eryx falter under my hands. That thought alone sent a thrill of confidence through me. I was untouchable. I was inevitable. He didn’t stand a chance.I strode to the chest where my sword lay and lifted it, the cold weight solid and reassuring in my hands. I flexed my fingers around the hilt and whispered to myself, almost mockingly, This is it. He’s done. He won’t even know what hit him. The thrill made my stomach twist in anticipation. I felt like I could burst right here, right now. I coul

Eryx POVRachael’s scream tore me out of the pain like a blade through flesh.One second I was lost inside myself and the next, her voice ripped through the room, raw and terrified. My head snapped up instantly. I was on my feet before my mind could catch up, my body reacting on instinct alone.“Rachael.”I turned toward her, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. She was doubled over, her face twisted, her hands clutching her stomach as if she could hold herself together by force.“Eryx, be careful—” Lincoln started, stepping forward as if he could stop me.I didn’t even hear the rest.I didn’t care.My female was in pain.I crossed the distance in long strides, dropping to her side. “What’s happening?” I demanded, my voice rough, fear bleeding into every word. “Rachael, look at me. Tell me what hurts.”She gasped, her breath uneven, her fingers digging into her belly. “My stomach,” she cried, her voice breaking. “Eryx, it hurts. It hurts so bad.”The sound of her saying my nam

Rachael POVI woke with a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes, not sharp enough to panic me, but persistent enough that I became aware of it before I was fully conscious. It throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a slow reminder that my body had been through something it hadn’t agreed to.The first thing I noticed wasn’t the ceiling or the faint antiseptic smell, it was the pressure around my fingers.Someone was holding my hand.My lashes fluttered open, my vision swimming for a moment before it settled. White walls. Soft lighting. The steady, gentle beeping of a monitor somewhere close, its rhythm oddly comforting. I shifted slightly, testing my body, and that was when I turned my head.Eryx.He sat beside the bed, his broad frame folded awkwardly into the chair as if he’d refused to leave no matter how uncomfortable it became. His head was tilted toward me, eyes closed, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. One of his hands enveloped mine, warm and firm, like he was afraid I might disa

Eryx POV"Leave," I growled. The sound didn't feel like it came from my throat, it came from the very earth in my boots, a low, vibrating warning that promised violence if ignored.They hesitated. It was a foolish mistake. I saw the way their eyes darted toward one another, weighing their chances, looking for a shred of mercy that I didn’t possess. I took a single step forward, the gravel crunching under my weight, and bared my teeth."If you are still standing on my lands in three seconds," I hissed, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper, "I will have your heads. Every last one of you. I’ll line them up on the border as a warning to the next fools who think they can trespass."The hesitation vanished instantly. Panic broke through their ranks like a physical blow. They turned and bolted, their boots scrambling for purchase as they ran for their lives, disappearing into the dense treeline without a single backward glance. I watched them until the sound of their frantic retreating foot