My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Seraphina's POV"The way you hold your shoulders. The way you tilt your head when you're thinking." He paused and his voice dropped lower. "I knew a woman who stood like that. She's gone now. But sometimes I see her in places she shouldn't be.""A lot of women stand like a lot of things." My voice came out steady but my heart was slamming and the wolf was pressing and if I turned around right now he'd see the light on my hands. "Are you here to help or to watch?""I'm here because my wolves are dying." He stepped into the tent and the space got smaller and his scent got thicker and the pull in my ribs twisted so hard I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping. "I want to know what kind of magic. I want to know who's behind it. And I want to know why you flinch every time I speak.""I don't flinch.""You do. Your shoulders pull in and your hands clench and you turn away from me like you can't stand to look at me." He was closer now, close enough that his heat was coming through

Seraphina's POV"Dead things. Flat and cold. Like the air in a room where someone just died.""I can smell it too." Dax's voice came from behind my right shoulder and it was so close my skin prickled. "Under the plague. Like rot but not from a body. More like the air itself is dying."He could smell it. His wolf was strong enough to catch the magic trace through the plague and that meant Ruin was pressing hard and that meant the bond was working on him the same way it was working on me and he was three feet behind me and if I slowed down even a step his chest would hit my back.I walked faster and he said "you walk like someone who's being chased," Dax said."I walk like someone who has a job to do.""You walk like someone who doesn't want to be near me."I didn't answer because the answer was yes and the reason was that his scent was making my thighs clench and my nipples tighten and the space between my legs ache and I was fighting my own body with every step and if he said one more

Seraphina's POV"No. I wouldn't have. That was always the difference between us."She opened her mouth for one more excuse, one more lie, one more version of the truth that put her at the center and me at the edges, and I didn't let her finish.My hand closed around her throat and I lifted her off the ground and her feet kicked in the air and her hands grabbed at my wrist and her nails dug into my skin and the silver light pulsed under her fingers."For the ten children," I said. "For the bond you stole. For the baby who never got to breathe."Her eyes were wide and her face was turning dark and her kicks were getting weaker and I held her there against the tree with one hand and watched the life drain out of the woman who had been my sister and my shadow for twenty-four years.Her hands stopped pulling at my wrist. Her feet stopped kicking. Her eyes went glassy and still and her head dropped to one side and I held on for five more seconds and then I opened my hand and she slid down t

Seraphina's POVHe opened his eyes and the tears were falling now, running down his face and dripping off his jaw into the dirt between his knees."A boy. He was a boy. He came out and he fit in my two hands and he never took a breath and I held him while his skin went cold." My voice was steady and my eyes were dry and I stood over him and gave him every word like a blade. "I buried him behind the barn with fabric a dead woman bought for him at a market and I dug the hole with my bare hands."He was shaking. His whole body was shaking and his hands were pressed flat on the dirt and his head was dropping forward and the sounds coming out of him were the sounds of a man whose insides were being pulled out through his mouth."You didn't know. I know you didn't know about the baby. I know you didn't know I was in that crowd. But you knew about the refugees. You saw the children and the old people and the women and you closed the gate and walked away because losing me turned you into a ma

Dax's POVI got to my feet slowly and my legs were unsteady but they held and I turned south toward where she'd disappeared and Ruin pressed against my eyes and the bond pulled in a direction I couldn't follow."We're going back to Blackthorn," I said."Right now? The camp still needs—""The camp has eight Alphas. Blackthorn has me. And there are things I need to do."We left before dawn without saying goodbye or explaining or slowing down. Ezra and my wolves fell in behind me and we walked through the night and through the next day and every time my pace dropped her voice came back, "a boy, he fit in my two hands," and my legs would pick up again and I would walk faster until the voice faded under the sound of my own breathing.We reached Blackthorn at dusk on the second day and I came through the gate and the wolves on watch straightened up and saluted and I went past them without a word and straight to the main hall and called every wolf in the pack to the gathering ring.They came