Mated To My Tribrid Lycan Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

SHERNEIL.I have been left to rot in here. It was the first thought that had crossed my mind when I was greeted by a thick blanket of blackness. Again. I tried to move, but my body was weak. Unresponsive. Possibly from the beating I took recently. I couldn't differentiate morning from night, nor could I figure out exactly how many days had passed. Or weeks. Or months. Or perhaps, years.I... 2... 3... 4...My throat was parched. My eyes stung. My limbs were tight with exhaustion. My body was weak, so weak. I tried to reach for my ring, I needed to twirl it. I... I... needed to focus on it but couldn't feel it, and it hurt too much to move...I was hurting everywhere. The simplest move caused me more pain than a cough would. And so, I simply laid down on the cold floor, which did nothing for the blisters I had gotten from the heated tower....5... 6... 7.I was barely clothed. My dress, now tattered, is in shreds hanging off my sh

Without any of us uttering another word, we trudged behind Khalil. The tiring journey resumed. We didn't speak, and the only sound coming was from our boots. Or us panting. And because I had no distractions, the all-consuming pain, the tightness in my chest doubled. It was pulsing more and more with each step, as though something was beckoning it. What the hell was this feeling? I wish I knew. Wish I could use it to navigate through the intense sadness, this intense emptiness I had held onto for days. My mind drifted back to Hibba. All this time I had been thinking about my own misery, how hard it was dealing with everything without her. How empty I felt. Knowing she was likely being hurt in some way, dealing with the same emptiness I felt. For a while, I had forgotten just how different, how jarring this might be for her. I'm sure she hasn't been able to do any of her routines and with her ASD, I'm not sure how she's faring. I don't know if I'm ready

"Now that I have your attention, I have something to say," she turned to face us, not a single wrinkle on her gown, nor death. In fact, she wasn't even breathing as hard as I was. As though she and I hadn't just finished a fight."You killed them?" Lisa asked, wide-eyed."I want to help you," Mathilda announced, a desperate urgency in her voice. "I will swear the blood oath. I will get you to your mate," she finished, her gaze pinned on me.A stunned silence accompanied her declaration, before Khalil burst into a fit of laughter."Are you even listening to yourself?" He asked, his hold on his sword not faltering one bit. "You are Amara's sister, goddammit! You are the most dangerous assassin on the whole continent. No assassin has ever measured up to you in all of the realms, and yet, you want us to trust you? Believe your shit?""I know you don't believe me. I wouldn't believe me either. But I swear on our parents' souls, I swear on Amar

SHERNEIL. Hope is one of those feeble, funny feelings. One that either mends you on the inside, or fully shatters you. It curls around you in your desperate times, making you believe things will turn out well, only for those things to come crashing back. Fully breaking you. Or making you whole. It was stupid of me to have let such an emotion filter through my mind, making me wish to do everything that was impossible. So, after a while, I fell back to my familiar routine. I counted because counting is nice. Counting has helped. Counting is calming. It's control. 1... 2... 3... 4... I counted from one to seven over and over, until I lost count of how many times I had done it and began to drift away. It's been a while since Maverick or the Keeper had visited. Could be days already, I had no idea. But I was grateful for the reprieve not seeing them together provided. Knowing I couldn't feel anythi

The chaos that erupted afterwards was nothing I had ever seen. Maverick swept me back into his arms in mere seconds, as lightning filtered through the darkness while the cave continued to shake and sink."How did you get access to your powers?" the Keeper bellowed. Her voice was raging, and it was borderline haunting as she glared at Mav, causing the hair on my skin to raise. "You are going to regret crossing me, Maverick Dakarai.""I would like to see you try stopping me from getting out of here with my mate!" Maverick thundered, more flashes of lightning erupting, chasing the darkness away only briefly.But a light flickered suddenly, and another, and soon, the whole place was illuminated with light by the snap of the Keeper's hand.I let my eyes roam around the rumble, taking in the grunts of some of the Sisters buried underneath. Great boulders collapsed on top of them, and except for a few grunts, they weren't moving at all. I shift