My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Seraphina's POVHis mouth found me again and this time he didn't tease. His tongue pressed flat against the bundle of nerves and he sucked gently and slid two fingers inside me at the same time and I came so hard my vision went silver and my legs gave out completely.He caught me and lowered me onto the bed with his fingers still inside me and his mouth still on me working me through every wave until I was shaking and gasping and pulling his hair and the silver light was pouring off my skin in pulses."Get up here," I said, and my voice was barely a whisper. "Get up here now."He stood up and I pulled him onto the bed and pushed his shirt off and the bandage on his side was white against his skin and his stomach was lean and hard and I pushed him onto his back and he went without fighting."Take these off," I said, pulling at his pants, and he lifted his hips and I pulled them down and he was thick and hard and straining and the sight of him made the ache between my legs sharpen into

Seraphina's POV I walked south from Rena's pack with the mask on and his scent fading behind me and the dawn cold on my skin and every step I took away from that bed was harder than the last.My body still ached from the night. Between my legs was sore and warm and my skin still smelled like him under the smoke and ash of the mask and every time the wind shifted I caught a trace of pine and iron on my clothes and my wolf whined and pressed forward and the bond pulled north and I kept walking south.I'd told him I'd come back. I'd told him it was a plan. But first I had a door to walk through that I'd been standing outside for longer than any hallway in a border pack, and it was waiting for me in Greymist.The territory came into view on the second day. I knew it before I saw it because the smell hit me on the wind, old pines and cold water and the musty thick scent of a pack that hadn't changed in twenty years.The trees and the ridgeline and the stone wall running along the northern

Seraphina's POV"No. You're going to hear all of it. You're going to sit in these chairs and hear what happened to your daughter while you were pulling weeds and carving wood and pretending she didn't exist."I told them about the breeding camp. The posts and the ropes and the dirt floor. I told them about Maren and the apple tree and the fire and the beam falling on her while she held the door. I told them about the refugee road and standing fifty feet from Dax with his baby in my belly and watching him close the gate. I told them about the barn and the blood and the ten seconds and the silence after.I told them about the mask and the smoke and ash and the woman who walked into a plague camp and put her hands on dying wolves because she had nothing left to lose.I told them about the name the packs gave her and how the children said "she's not a demon to us, she's a demon to the things that hurt us" and how their daughter had become a legend and they'd missed all of it because they

Seraphina's POVSo I did.I cried for a long time. For the baby and for Maren and for Pria and for the girl who'd walked into an exile with her chin up and her wolf locked away and her mate bond stolen and no one in the world who was coming to save her. I cried for all of it and when I was done I wiped my face with the back of my hand and got to my feet and walked out the back of the barn into the afternoon sun.The grave was there.And the stone was there.My hands dropped to my sides and my feet stopped and I stared at the small grey stone sitting at the head of the mound of earth where my son was buried.My wolf went still inside me and then she said "he came. Our mate came and he found our boy."The letters carved into the face of it were deep and clean and clear.VAELORINDax's handwriting. I could tell by the way the V was carved, strong and angular, the same way he wrote reports at his desk in the study with his sleeves rolled up and ink on his fingers.He'd brought this stone

Dax's POV"Gone."Ezra sat down beside me on the steps and looked at my face and whatever he saw there made his jaw clench."When was the last time you slept?" he asked."I sleep.""When was the last time you actually slept, not lay in the dark with your eyes open.""Before she left.""That was three days ago, Dax.""I'm aware."He looked at the road and then at the building behind us and then at my face again and he said "your wound is bleeding through your shirt."I looked down. He was right. The stitches had pulled and a dark stain was spreading across my side and I hadn't even felt it because my body had bigger things to hurt about than a knife wound."Let me look at it," Ezra said."It's fine.""It's not fine. You're bleeding and you haven't slept in three days and you look like a corpse." He put his hand on my shoulder and his grip was firm. "She told you to stop getting stabbed. The least you can do is keep the stitches she put in clean."He pulled my shirt up and looked at the