Library
Search
Home / Werewolf / A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL / Chapter nineteen: keys and curses

Share

Chapter nineteen: keys and curses

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 07:54:09

Logan's pov

The forest should’ve felt familiar. I’d grown up in these woods, hunted in them, trained under their shadow. But tonight, something had changed. The trees stood still. The usual rustle of wind through branches had gone silent, like the entire forest was watching and holding its breath.

We moved quickly but carefully. Fiona ran beside me, silent and focused, while Mara led the way. I could see the tension in her spine, the stiffness in her shoulders. She was always calm under pressure, but whatever she’d seen had shaken her to the core.

“How far?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Just past the southern ridge,” Mara said without turning. “Near the ruins.”

The ruins.

They weren’t just old stones, those crumbled walls used to be the heart of our ancestors’ stronghold before the pack splintered. Now, most of us avoided them. Too much blood had been spilled there. Too many curses whispered about the Hollow.

When we arrived, the moon had barely begun to rise. Pale light stretche
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy six: hole pop out

    Fiona's pov "Say it again," I whispered.The words left my lips before I could stop them. My hands trembled where they rested on the edge of the fountain, slick with dew. The broken stone felt cold, but not as cold as the space between us."Say it, Logan."He stood a few feet away, bathed in moonlight. His chest rose and fell too fast, like he was running from something invisible. Or maybe toward it. He didn’t speak.He didn’t have to.I already knew.But I needed to hear it. I needed to watch it hurt him."You called her by my name." I pushed myself to my feet, not trusting how my knees buckled beneath the weight of those seven words.He winced like I’d struck him. "It wasn’t what it looked like—""She kissed you, Logan!" My voice cracked with fury, heartbreak twisting it sharp. "And you didn’t pull away. You didn’t even flinch.""Because I thought she was you!" he shouted suddenly, his voice raw, cracking. "I came back to our room, the bond was humming like it used to, and she smel

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy five: what's inside dungeon

    Fiona's pov They took Mia to the dungeons beneath Blackridge before the sun finished rising.I didn’t follow immidiately. Logan sat beside me on the broken edge of the fountain, his breath shallow, hands trembling in the quiet. The garden lay in ruins around us—stone cracked, vines scorched, petals blown into the wind like bloodied feathers. I wanted to speak. To reach for him. But neither of us moved.“What did you brand her with?” I finally asked.His gaze remained fixed on the ground. “A mark the old world used for oathbreakers.”“Oathbreaker,” I echoed. “You think she can still feel it?”“She’ll feel it every time someone looks at her.”There was no triumph in his voice. No cruelty. Just the hollow weight of consequence.I swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t have used that much magic. You’re still—”“Changing.” He looked up at me, eyes bright and distant all at once. “I know.”It silenced me more than any wound ever had. Because the truth sat between us now like a living thing.Logan

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy four: chose me

    Fiona's pov I found her in the garden, just as I knew I would.It was a place she’d always loved—the stone archways overgrown with creeping ivy, the scent of wild roses barely blooming in the heat of mid-summer. Even after everything, part of me hoped I’d be wrong.That she wouldn’t be sitting there with that familiar curve to her spine, like the weight of secrets had shaped her body. But there she was, perched on the edge of the old fountain like she owned the dawn.I didn’t move closer yet. I watched her from the shadowed threshold.“You never were subtle,” I said.She didn’t look at me. Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water, disturbing the glassy reflection. “And you always mistake silence for peace.”My boots scraped the stone as I stepped forward. “You know why I’m here.”“I know why you think you are.” She finally turned to face me, her expression unreadable—equal parts wistful and wicked. “But you’re wrong.”My magic stirred beneath my skin, coiling tighter. I kept it l

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy three: awakening

    Fiona's pov I sat beside Logan’s bed long after the torches burned low and the halls outside fell silent.He slept, but not peacefully. His body twitched, his brow furrowed, and every so often he would mutter something, words I didn’t understand, but felt like knives against the inside of my chest.Words older than this world. Words my blood reacted to like they were written into me before I was born.I wanted to hold his hand, but sometimes even my touch made his body convulse. So I sat close enough to hear his breath, uneven and shallow, and I whispered things I hoped he could still hear.“You’re still you,” I said quietly, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it. “You’re still mine. I don’t care what’s waking up inside you.”Outside, Blackridge felt like it was holding its breath. Elandra had warded the tower, posted loyal guards, and made it clear no one was to disturb us. The whispers had started anyway.They feared him. My pack. Our people. Even the ones who had once called him A

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy two: never had the power to end me

    Logan's pov "Don’t touch him!" Fiona’s voice cracked like thunder across the chamber as the masked figure reached out.But it was too late.Logan’s eyes rolled back. The tips of his fingers brushed the ancient soul’s skin—and the moment they did, his body seized.He dropped to one knee, breath shuddering, arms trembling as something ancient surged through his veins. Magic pulsed out of him in a jagged wave, light and shadow warring beneath his skin.Fiona ran for him.Mia stepped between them, blade drawn, eyes glittering with something too cold to be regret."Step aside," Fiona growled.Mia gave her a look she remembered from childhood. That mocking tilt of the head. The I know something you don't expression."You're still chasing fairy tales, Fiona," she said. "Still thinking love is enough to anchor a soul this fractured."“Anchor?” Fiona spat. “He’s mine."Mia’s smile sharpened. “No. He never was.”Fiona struck first.Her blade met Mia’s with a screech of metal and flash of fury.

  • A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL   Seventy one: Cost of touch

    Logan's pov That night, I didn’t sleep.Fiona did, barely curled beside me despite everything. Her breathing was shallow, her shoulders tense even in sleep, like her magic knew before she did that I wasn’t safe to touch.I watched her and counted the rise and fall of her chest. The small, unconscious movements—her fingers twitching toward mine, her brow furrowing like she was dreaming of something just out of reach.I didn’t know if it was love anymore.Or habit or hope but it wrecked me, the way she stayed.Even when I didn’t deserve it.Even when I wasn’t sure what would wake up in my body the next time I closed my eyes.At some point, I slipped from the bed and stepped barefoot onto the cold stone. I didn’t need light—my eyes had changed. I could see in the dark now, but not the way wolves do. This was Stranger.The shadows spoke when I walked past them.I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean they moved their mouths.Whispers in a language I didn’t know. Not in the waking world. But

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status