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Chapter 32

作者: Bellaboy

publish date: 2026-06-10 16:54:47

Desmond’s POV

She hates me.

Safe to say, I fucked it up. Spectacularly, in fact. I’ve always been an overachiever. In all fairness to myself, she’s no innocent here. My beautiful little liar.

I understand it now, why fate gave her to me as a mate. It’s a cruel joke, but not on her.

It’s on me.

Of course she’s the daughter of a man who invented a device that perverts the fundamental nature of a shifter. Of course she followed him up here to get him out of trouble. Of course she’s the girlfri

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Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 38
Desmond’s POVShe turns off the light beside her bed and flops down on the pillow, facing away from me. I hear her grumpy huff, and it almost makes me grin.If someone asked me a week ago what I would do with a defiant little spitfire for a mate, I would have bristled at the notion of allowing such a thing. That was before I knew how fun it would be to provoke her. “Goodnight,” I tell her. “Sweetheart.”It comes out like a taunt, maybe because I’m so damn frustrated with this ridiculous situation. My fated mate is in my bed. Her naked body should be beneath me, writhing with pleasure as I fuck her. Instead, we’re both clothed and there’s a fucking pillow barricade between us.I don’t know whether to laugh or howl. “Desmond?”It’s the first time she’s said my name all day. Pleasure flows through me at the sound of it. “Mm?”“What’s the book you’re reading?”I don’t try to hide my smile this time. It’s dark in here. She can’t see it facing away from me anyway.“The Silmarillion.”S
Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 37
Desmond’s POVJealousy is real. So is honesty.“Here’s another piece of wolf shifter intel for you,” I tell her.“Unbonded pack alphas are strongly encouraged to stay celibate until they find their mate."“You clearly missed that memo.”I meet her eyes, let her see how serious I am. “Since I took the mantle, I haven’t touched anyone but you.”A pause. “When did you become alpha?”“Four years ago.”She blinks. “You're messing with me.”“Four years. Nothing. No one. Until you walked into my life.”“You expect me to believe you broke four years of celibacy... for me?”She says it like it's absurd. As if she truly has no idea the power she holds over me.“It’s the truth.”I should still be furious at her. But with every moment in her presence, I'm finding it more and more difficult to hold on to that anger.There’s something calming about her proximity, a softness, a rightness, to sharing a bed with her. She must feel it too. We’re having an actual, civil conversation for the first time
Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 36
Desmond’s POVThe sound of water running begins. With my heightened senses, I hear the rustle of fabric as she slips off her clothes. My brain supplies the imagery of her naked body to go along with what I’m hearing. As water sloshes against the side of the tub, I imagine it lapping at her tits. I hear the slide of soap along her skin and picture her hands running along her own body. Across her nipples. Down her belly. Between her legs, slipping to her cunt. I grab my now-erect dick and stroke it, picturing her bathing herself. I promised I wouldn’t touch her without her permission, but maybe she’ll let me tonight. I wonder what she’d do if she walked in on me like this. Maybe lust would override caution and sense. She'd saunter over here. Put her pussy on my face. I’d make her come that way first. Then she'd straddle me, take my cock deep inside her... It's a ridiculous fantasy. One that only makes my dick get harder. Precum spills from me as I picture it. I bite back a groan as
Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 35
Desmond’s POVThe second I shut the door, I suck in a lungful of her scent like it’s oxygen. There’s sweetness, complicated by stress. More than a flicker of desire in there too. It lights up every primitive instinct in my body.I want Wendy more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. And she won't even fucking look at me. A tense silence stretches between us. This meek shell of herself is making my chest hurt. “I’m going to take a shower,” I tell her. “Make yourself at home.”If she won’t let me near her, I need to get myself off to the thought of her. But when I try to jerk off in the shower, I think of how sad she looks and just… can’t. Guilt tangles with need, dragging claws down my spine. What kind of man gets off while his woman looks that sad? Fuck. I'm starting to feel guilty after all. The feeling is so strange and unwelcome that I rebel against it automatically. This has to be another tactic of hers. Wear me down so I’ll give her anything she wants. Give her any
Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 34
Desmond’s POVI refill her water glass and nudge her plate. “You need to eat.”She hasn’t eaten all day—I know because I’ve inquired with every one of my pack mates I assigned to keep an eye on her—and even now she only picks at her dinner between introductions to other well-wishers. Her lashes lower. “I’m not hungry.” Her voice is flat. She'll smile so prettily for everyone else, but she barely looks at me. It makes me fucking crazy. It was better when she was defiant and furious. This version of her, just going through the motions with me, is not acceptable.The wolf in me growls low, wanting her fed, wanting her happy and sated. My hand lifts with the automatic desire to touch her. I clench it on the table instead.I could command her again. I didn’t even know if it would work when I did it, but it makes sense that it had. I can command my wolves through the pack bond—why not my mate through the mate bond, too? What I didn’t anticipate is how strongly she reacted. I told her
Her Cursed Alpha Chapter 33
Desmond’s POV“I spent more than a few winters of polar nights in Alaska myself.” I take a drink, letting the acidity coat my throat. “Didn't come from a long line of shifters, though. No skiing under the aurora for me. Just running flat-out every full moon, waiting out the shift until I could come back to what amounted to home. At least it beat freezing to death. Or my father’s shotgun blast to the chest.” I let the silence drag a beat too long, unafraid to meet his eyes.“We all have our own family legacies.”The table quiets. This is the most I've ever given away of myself, of my past. I let the silence stretch, thick with tension. Lars takes a long gulp of beer. Javier stares at his plate like it’s suddenly grown ears. “But yeah.” I slip my dinner knife between my fingers. “Polar night. Real magical stuff.”Leaning back in my chair, I let the conversation around the table resume without me. I don't trust myself to glance at Wendy. I don't want to see disgust—or worse, pity—on he

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