Todos los capítulos de Mated To My Enemy's Rival: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 87

I reached the bottom of the stairs, stepping onto a flat, muddy cavern floor. The tunnel was claustrophobic, the jagged stone ceiling scraping against my bare shoulders. Faint, sickly green light began to pulse from the walls up ahead—Grave-Brier resin smeared onto torches to light the way.I moved silently, keeping my back to the wall, letting the bond guide me carefully through the winding subterranean maze.I turned a corner, and the tunnel abruptly widened into a small, circular antechamber. Blocking the only exit was a massive, rusted iron portcullis. And standing in front of the heavy gate were two of the most grotesque things I had ever seen.They were shifters, but they looked like they had been experimented on. Their bodies were unnaturally swollen, muscles bulging erratically beneath patchy, diseased fur. Their eyes glowed with a toxic, sickly green hue, mindless and feral, completely stripped of any human consciousness. Jarek—or the hooded figure—had clearly been

'Shift,' my mind screamed. 'Shift now!'I didn't have the breath to roar. I just threw my entire consciousness into my beast, forcing the change through the suffocating pain of the poison.My bones cracked violently, as an agonizing shift tore at my already bleeding flesh. I hit the stone floor on four paws just as Jarek’s massive grey form slammed into me.The impact was like getting hit by a freight train.We rolled across the cavern floor, a chaotic tangle of teeth, claws, and blood. I snapped my jaws, aiming for his throat, but my movements were sluggish. The Grave-Brier gas was heavy in my lungs, dulling my reflexes, turning my limbs into lead.Jarek’s jaws clamped down hard on my left shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into the muscle. I let out a feral snarl, twisting my body violently to shake him off, my hind legs kicking up and raking across his stomach. He tore free, ripping a chunk of flesh from my shoulder, and threw me backward.I crashed hard against a stone pil

<Cassandra>The carriage ride back to the Manor was nothing but a blur of frantic terror and blinding pain.I lay across one bench, my head resting on Gideon’s cloak, while Dominic was sprawled across the opposite seat. His breathing was terribly shallow, a faint, sickly wheeze rattling in his chest with every intake of air. I kept reaching my hand across the narrow aisle, my fingers desperately clinging to his cold hand, refusing to let go until the carriage finally rattled to a halt on the Manor cobblestones.The entire household was waiting.The moment the doors opened, it was absolute chaos. Guards shouted orders, servants scattered to fetch hot water, and I was lifted out