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Chapter one hundred : crawling beyond us
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The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and ten: lonely wang
Finnick's pov“We ride.”The words left my mouth before the fear had a chance to settle. I mounted my horse fast, heart hammering against my ribs. The others followed without question. No one spoke.Branches clawed at us as we tore through the forest. The wind pushed against our faces. Shadows followed close, like they were chasing us.And maybe they were.The gates of the keep stood open like a broken promise.My horse came to a halt. The others rode up beside me, silent. We all felt it.No guards. No sounds.No smoke from the chimneys. No torches lit along the wall.Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.“Where is everyone?” Rowan asked.No one answered.I dropped from the saddle and ran.The front doors groaned open under my hands. My boots hit the stone floor with loud, sharp steps.“Freya!”The word echoed through the great hall.No reply.Just the silence of something that had already happened.“Freya!” I shouted again, louder this time.Still nothing. Then I saw it.Scratched into
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and nine: fangs in the fog
Finnick's pov Behind us the dark waited.“Did you hear that?” Kye asked, his voice sharp.Rowan pulled his horse to a slow stop beside mine, already scanning the tree line.I heard it too, faint, like metal dragging across stone. Too faint to be natural. Too deliberate to be a mistake.We were deep in the western pass now, past the last border torch. The dark here felt alive. It moved, breathing with the trees, waiting in the cracks of the earth.Mira dropped to a crouch beside the trail. “There,” she whispered, pointing to a patch of disturbed moss. “Fresh tracks. Big. Two-legged.”Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Not a wolf?”“No. But heavy. Like they were dragging something.”“A body?” Kye asked grimly.“Or a weapon.”I didn’t speak. I just dismounted, landing light on my feet. The weight of leadership pressed against my shoulders like iron. But under it, something older stirred.Fear? No. Not quite.It was instinct. Wolf-deep. The kind that rises when something unnatural enters the land
The cursed mate's return One hundred and eight: the night before the moon
Finnick's povThe fire had gone out hours ago, but I didn’t relight it.The keep was still, blanketed in a kind of silence that felt earned. Not peaceful, no, peace was too far away but quiet, like the moment after a battle when no one dares speak because the air still remembers the blood.I stood at the edge of the council chamber, alone now, the others gone to their quarters, their silence trailing behind them like smoke. They had accepted me, at least publicly. But I knew better than to trust a still tongue.Acceptance was not loyalty.My fingers grazed the back of the Alpha’s chair my chair now and I felt the ghost of my father’s presence. Harsh. Cold. Ruthless. He’d sat here for over two decades, and I’d spent most of my life trying to unlearn what he taught me about power.And now I wore the same weight he once did.Funny how that happens. Behind me, the door opened.I didn’t turn. I already knew the scent.“Couldn’t sleep?” Freya asked quietly.“No.”She moved closer, her steps
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and seven: the morning after the challenge
Finnick's povThe keep had never felt so quiet.Not even in the dead of night, not even when the wind stopped and the fire died and the world held its breath. This was a deeper silence. A silence that followed something sharp. Something that couldn’t be undone.I stood at the high window in the Alpha’s chamber—my chamber now. The one my father once ruled from. The one Luna Margot had claimed for years. And now… now it was mine.Freya slept behind me.She had curled against the furs after helping bind my wounds. Her fingers had been gentle, but her eyes—her eyes were harder than I’d ever seen. As if a piece of her had been carved away last night, and what remained was leaner. Sharper.I didn’t blame her.She had watched me bleed for her place here. For my own place too.And though we’d won, it hadn’t been easy.It never would be.The sun was just rising, gold streaks across the mountains. I watched as light spilled over the edges of the forest, touching the tops of the birch trees with
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and six: stay back Luna margot
Finnick's povThe next morning came slower than most.I hadn’t slept. Not really. Freya had drifted off in my arms sometime after the moon dipped behind the clouds, her breathing soft and steady. I stayed awake, listening to the sound of it, letting it ground me. But my mind—my mind was anything but still.The wind moved through the trees outside the keep, a steady hush that reminded me of the sea. I hadn’t seen the ocean in years, but I remembered the sound of the waves, and for some reason, that night, I missed it more than ever.I watched Freya sleep.She looked peaceful, but I knew better. I had felt the weight she carried. Still carried. I’d seen it in the way her hands shook, just slightly, before she’d fallen asleep. And in the way she curled into me like she wasn’t sure if I’d still be there when she woke.I would be.Always.Because I had made a choice, and it wasn’t just about love—it was about honor. About who I wanted to be as Alpha. Not just a name. Not a puppet pulled by
The cursed mate's return Chapter one hundred and five: his word, his mate
Finnick's pov"You're shaking," I said quietly.Freya didn’t answer right away. Her shoulders were stiff, her breath uneven. I kept my arms around her as we knelt on the cold stone floor of the great hall.The others had already left, some casting us wary glances, others avoiding eye contact completely. They had heard everything. They had felt it.“I’m fine,” she whispered.“No, you’re not,” I said. I knew her better than anyone now. Her body tried to be strong, but I could feel her heart racing through her back. “You don’t have to be. Not here. Not with me.”She leaned into me then, just a little. It was enough.The room still echoed with Luna’s words. Her rage, her warning. But I didn’t regret a single thing I said. I had waited too long to speak the truth, and now it was out. There was no turning back.“I didn’t think she’d hate me that much,” Freya said after a moment, voice soft and bitter.I let out a slow breath. “She doesn’t hate you. She hates what you represent.”She pulled
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