The Mad Alpha’s Virgin Cure のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LYRAThe cabin smelled faintly of leather and antiseptic, a quiet reminder that Sinclair traveled with intent and control. I pressed my fingers to the armrest, tracing the seam without really seeing it, while the hum beneath the floor vibrated faintly against my bones. Outside the small window, the city shrank, a blur of lights swallowed by night.Sinclair didn’t look at me, but the bond was taut, and I could feel him moving along the edge of my thoughts. He had gone silent, and that was worse than any explanation he could have given. I wasn’t sure whether the curse was curious, angry, or simply awake but the tightness in my chest told me one thing: it wasn’t idle.I tried to focus on the jet’s interior, the soft sheen of the surfaces, the way the cabin walls curved just enough to feel protective.“You’re not saying much,” I finally said, breaking the quiet.“You’ve been doing enough talking for both of us,” he replied without turning. His voice was calm, measured, like it had been re

LYRAPain came first. Not sharp, not loud…just heavy, like my bones had decided they were done holding me together.The cold stone pressed into my back, and for a second I didn’t know where I was, only that something inside me felt stretched too thin, like a wire pulled past its limit.“Sinclair…” My voice sounded wrong, distant, like it didn’t fully belong to me anymore.He was there instantly. I felt him before I saw him, the bond buzzing low and frantic, like it was pacing back and forth inside my chest. His hands hovered, unsure, and that hesitation scared me more than the pain.“Yeah, it’s me,” he said. “Don’t move yet.”I blinked, forcing my eyes open. The courtyard swam into focus…stone, shadows, the air thick and charged. Then I saw the figure standing at the edge of the light, and my stomach dropped.“Who is that?” I asked, my fingers curling into Sinclair’s sleeve without thinking.“Trouble,” he muttered. “The patient kind.”I tried to sit up but it was a big mistake. My leg

SINCLAIR The moment the chain roared, everything went wrong at once. It wasn’t sound, not really. It was pressure. A force that slammed into my chest and knocked the air out of my lungs like I’d been hit from the inside. I tightened my arms around Lyra without thinking, my boots skidding back against the stone as the ground shuddered under us.Her body arched hard in my grip.“Lyra…” I said, but my voice came out rough, strained. The bond was on fire, not sharp pain, but heat, pure and overwhelming. It flooded through me so fast my vision went white around the edges.The shadows exploded outward, no longer circling. They tore across the courtyard like a storm breaking loose, slamming into pillars, crawling up the walls, ripping chunks of stone free as if the place was made of paper.The figure didn’t move, it stood there calmly while everything burned.“She agreed,” they said, almost pleased.“I didn’t hear her say it,” I snapped. I dropped to one knee as another wave hit, pulling Ly

SINCLAIRThe sound of the ground splitting is what finally knocked the air out of my lungs.Not the creature and not the figure. Not even the way Lyra stepped out of my hold like I was something she had to leave behind to survive.It was that crack. Sharp and final, like something ancient deciding it was done waiting.“Lyra!” I shouted, reaching for her as the light burst up between us. My fingers brushed her sleeve and then nothing…heat, pressure, resistance like trying to grab smoke that burned.She stood there, right in front of me, but it felt like she was already half gone.The creature leaned close to her, too close. Its voice was low, almost kind. That scared me more than the threats ever could.“Say it anyway.”I felt the bond strain so hard it made my chest ache. Not snapping and not breaking. Just stretched thin, like it was being pulled through a place it didn’t belong.“I don’t like this,” I said, to anyone who would listen.“I don’t like any of this.”The figure didn’t an

LYRAThe first thing I felt was the bond snap tight, like someone yanked a wire straight through my chest.Light tore upward, blinding and violent, and I shouted her name even though my throat burned. The courtyard screamed around us just as a stone split and the air shook. Power rolled in waves so strong I had to dig my boots into what was left of the ground just to stay upright.Then it stopped.Not slowly. Not gently. It just… stopped.The light folded inward, sucked back like breath held too long. The cracks sealed themselves with a low, groaning sound, glowing lines pulling together until they faded into dull stone again. Dust rained down just as silence rushed in so hard my ears rang.Lyra collapsed.I was moving before I knew I’d decided to. I caught her just before she hit the ground, her body light and heavy at the same time. Too warm and too real. My arms locked around her as if letting go would tear something open again.“Lyra,” I said, softer now. “Hey, I’ve got you.”Her