Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 217: healing - 10

But the big question now was—how were they supposed to leave from here, especially when Theron couldn’t even stand up from the chair?

Just then, something crossed Theron’s mind. If his blood was that powerful, then maybe it could break those ropes too.

After all, even Liro wanted his blood so badly, which meant there was something extraordinary in it.

"Damon, my blood—come on, put some of my blood on the rope."

Damon’s eyes widened after hearing that, but seeing Theron’s determined face, he didn’t have any other choice.

He just pinched the place where the blood had been drawn earlier.

His face became gloomy, and his hands were trembling, doing this to his own brother.

In a few seconds, a drop of blood came out of Theron, and Damon took that drop and placed it on the rope.

As soon as he did, a black light suddenly started glowing on the rope—and in a second, it burned away.

As soon as the rope burned, they understood that Theron’s blood could do anything—it could even fight divine powers.

Damon quickly grabbed Theron’s hand to help him stand, and then he put a bit more blood on the ropes tied around Theron’s legs.

Those burned too. After that, they both tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside.

Seeing that, Damon started kicking the door since theron was weak due to drawn blood he was only standing there, and In a few seconds, Damon broke it down the door .

After breaking it, when they stepped out, they found a corridor ahead.

And the room they had come out from was the only room in the entire corridor.

It was a little strange—such a big corridor with only one room and long, thick walls.

This was not something that could be called normal.

"Where the hell are we supposed to leave from? Man, I really want to kill that priest," Damon said.

As they ran ahead, Damon was running while grabbing theron’s hand and when they found a staircase leading upward.

They climbed the stairs, and when they reached the top, they realized they had come out of the basement.

They sighed in relief and started looking everywhere. They checked every door, every hallway, but didn’t find a clue about where everyone else was.

Like, where the hell had Liro locked them up?

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At the same time, on the other side, Silas was still gripping the bars while looking outside.

No one had figured out a way to escape from there.

Silas was getting more and more worried about Theron with each passing second.

His heart was beating so loudly, it felt like it might pop out of his chest at any moment.

"How can you all be so calm in this situation? At least try to do something like I am! It looks like I’m the only one itching to leave, and you all just want to stay here."

It wasn’t that they wanted to stay—but they already knew.

The dungeon door was locked with divine powers, which meant no one could open it except Krivan.

But Krivan was pretending his powers were sealed.

Silas had a hunch he was lying, but he didn’t say it out loud—because if he did, who knows what Krivan might do?

"Silas, chill down. Everything’s gonna be fine. Nothing is going to happen to Theron, I’m sure," Lysander said.

But his words didn’t calm Silas at all. In Silas’s eyes, Lysander and Kael were behaving like this because Theron had gotten angry at them a few days ago—because of him.

And he thought they were still mad at Theron, which is why they didn’t seem worried about him at all.

"Were you all waiting for me?"

Silas heard a voice he didn’t recognize at first, and when he turned around to see who it was—it was Liro.

After getting Theron’s blood, Liro thought he could kidnap Silas to blackmail Theron even more, so Theron would listen to him and not try to leave the temple.

But what he didn’t know was that the one he was planning to kidnap was no ordinary person.

Silas could beat him half to death if he got mad. Liro simply thought Silas was just an omega—weak and fragile.

Even if Liro used magic on Silas, sure, it would work—but not before Silas knocked him to the ground, half-dead.

"Silas, Theron is calling you. So come out of the dungeon right now."

"You didn’t even open the door. So how am I supposed to come out? Do you think I’m some kind of worm who could crawl out?" Silas said.

Silas was just angry seeing Liro, but he controlled himself.

Because if he took any wrong step right now, who knows what would happen to Theron and Damon.

That’s why he was using his brain.

In a second, Liro raised his hand, and a bright light came out from his palm.

As it did, the white lock on the door became visible. As soon as it appeared, he unlocked the door and opened it for Silas.

As Silas stepped out, he signaled everyone else to follow him—and while doing so, he quickly punched Liro in the face.

It was unexpected, because Liro was off guard. He didn’t expect that an omega could do anything to him.

But when that punch landed on his face and one of his teeth started wobbling like it might fall out at any moment, he understood—he had underestimated Silas.

He was about to use his divine powers, but just then Lysander came out, pushed Silas out of the way, and kicked Liro in the stomach.

With one kick, Liro fell back. And in that moment, he realized he’d done well to bring Theron’s bloods vial in his pocket.

He hadn’t expected to encounter danger, but since Krivan was there, he brought some—just in case.

And now, he was planning to use that blood on them.

He took out the vial and sprinkled the blood on Lysander.

But before he could even open his mouth, Krivan stepped out—and just like that, he raised his hand, and... Liro was unable to speak.

He was trying to utter a word, but no sound came out of his mouth.