《Sold To The Lycan King Who Ruined Me. 》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

NoahI found Adrian in the war room.He was slumped over the table, his face pale, his breathing shallow. Maps and documents were scattered around him, but he wasn't looking at any of them. His eyes were closed, his hand pressed against his chest.My heart stopped."Adrian?"He didn't respond. I crossed the room quickly, my body aching with the movement. I reached out and touched his shoulder."Adrian!"His eyes fluttered open. They were glassy, unfocused. For a moment, he didn't seem to recognize me."Noah?" His voice was weak. "What are you doing here?""Never mind that." I knelt beside him. "What's wrong with you?"He tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "I'm fine.""You're not fine." I pressed my hand against his forehead. He was burning up. "You're sick. You're really sick."Adrian shook his head weakly. "It's just the curse. It's getting worse."The words hit me like a physical blow. The curse. I had been so focused on my own pain, my own fear, that I had forgotten what

NoahI was in my room, gathering the scrolls Elena had given me, when the door burst open.Elias stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. He had clearly been running. His hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled. He looked like a man who had just learned the world was ending."Noah." His voice was breathless. "Elena told me. You can't do this."I didn't look up. I just kept gathering the scrolls, rolling them carefully, tucking them under my arm."Elena shouldn't have told you.""Of course she should have." Elias crossed the room and grabbed my arm. "You're planning to perform the ritual. You're planning to sacrifice yourself."I pulled my arm away. "I'm planning to break the curse.""By killing yourself!""Maybe." I met his eyes. "But at least the curse will end. At least everyone will be free."Elias stared at me, his face pale. "Noah, please. Listen to me.""I've listened to you before." My voice was flat. "I listened to you when you told me you would protect me. I l

NoahThe ritual chamber was cold and dark.I stood in the center of the room, my hand pressed against my stomach, staring at the symbols carved into the stone floor. They were ancient, faded with time, but still powerful. I could feel the magic humming beneath my feet, waiting to be awakened. The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of old blood. It made my stomach churn.Elena had prepared everything. The candles, the herbs, the ceremonial blade. It was all laid out on the altar, waiting for me.Waiting for my blood.I walked to the altar and picked up the blade. It was cold and sharp, glinting in the candlelight. The edge was honed to a razor's sharpness, designed to draw blood with the slightest pressure. I stared at it for a long moment, my heart pounding in my chest."Are you sure about this?"I turned. Elena stood in the doorway, her face pale, her eyes filled with worry. She had been watching me, waiting for the right moment to speak. I could see the conflict in her expr

AdrianI woke to the feeling of someone holding my hand.My eyes fluttered open, heavy and unfocused. The room was dim, lit only by a single candle on the table beside me. Everything was blurry at first, shapes and shadows blending together.Then I saw him.Noah was sitting in the chair beside my bed, his hand wrapped around mine. His head was bowed, his eyes closed. He looked exhausted, pale, broken. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes like bruises. His face was gaunt, hollowed out.He looked like he hadn't slept in days.I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. I coughed weakly, and Noah's eyes snapped open."Adrian." His voice was soft, tired. "You're awake."I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't obey. I was so weak. So impossibly weak."How long?" I rasped."Two days." Noah's hand tightened around mine. "You've been unconscious for two days."Two days. I had lost two days of my life. Two days of watching Noah suffer. Two days of being useless."You should be resting," I said. "No

EliasThe ritual chamber was cold and dark, lit only by the flickering candles that surrounded the altar. I stood in the corner, watching Noah prepare himself. His hands trembled as he arranged the scrolls, his face pale in the dim light.He was terrified.I could see it in the way he moved, in the way his hand kept drifting to his stomach. He was trying to be brave, trying to hide his fear. But I could see right through him.I had spent months watching him, learning him. And I knew him better than he thought."Noah." I stepped forward. "Let me help you."He turned to look at me, his eyes wary. "What do you mean?""The ritual." I walked closer. "Let me take some of the burden. Let me share the cost."Noah shook his head slowly. "It doesn't work that way. It has to be my blood. My child's blood.""Then let me be the one to draw it." I met his eyes. "Let me be the one to hold the blade."Noah opened his mouth to argue, but Adrian stepped forward."No." Adrian's voice was cold. "He's not