บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Curse: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Jackson looked back the way they had come and listened. There was nothing but the sound of the forest animals and the wind howling through the trees. They had already walked far enough into the forest that it was too dark for human eyes unless they brought their torches. The Hunters would have torches. They’d have heat sensors and night vision. They’d have military-grade weapons to wipe them out. He sighed and held Hope closer to his chest. Layla hadn’t complained yet even though they had been walking for hours, only stopping when the baby wanted to feed. Faith led the way because she knew where the meeting point was, and Layla followed her without stumbling. If anyone else had come with them, they would have been asking why Layla could see so well in the dark. They were about an hour away from where they would meet the pack when Hope started to cry. Her little voice echoed in the darkness, and it made him worry. Layla rushed back to him and took her from his arms. Faith stayed ah

In the hours that they had been running, Layla had learned that the Hunters were relentless. The magical barrier Jackson had told her about had only held them back for a little while. They had passed through it somehow. And they had not become disoriented or cursed in any way. They had been hot on their tails for hours, even with the potions thrown to cover their tracks. They were like machines. The packs were tired. In that time, they had run into two other packs and joined forces. She had no idea how many wolves they were running with now. And all of them were tired. As she drank the last of her water and then put the empty bottle back in the rucksack so there wouldn’t be a rubbish trail for the Hunters to follow, she looked at the miserable faces of the kids who were stretching their legs and being given quick snacks. Even the food was running out. They could not hunt because the carcasses would give them away even if they buried them. The Hunters had hounds that seemed to h

Shock rippled through Layla as she watched the light dim in Amber’s eyes. She brought a shaky hand to her hair and pulled something out. She knew what it was but her mind had short-circuited. It felt like a dream. Everything sounded muffled as she watched the blood seep into the ground in front of her. Since she had started living with Jackson’s pack, this wasn’t the first dead body she had seen. But it was the first that made her understand just how brutal her new life was. Her heart pounded as she looked from what was in her hand to the man holstering his gun. Evil. Not human. Not human at all. The wolf inside her rose, her self-preservation instincts kicking in. She understood now that her plan would never have worked. She had been prepared to die for Hope and Jackson, but the darkness inside the Hunter wouldn't have let him stop at just her. It wouldn't have stopped until it consumed everything she loved. It was Andrea’s sobbing that brought her back to reality. She quickly

Layla kept her senses alert as she sat on Jackson’s lookout rock. The sounds of the forest below were soothing. There were no disturbances as far as she could reach, which was very far since she had started training. From the rock, she could hear everything in Jackson’s territory if she wanted to. Jackson knew that, which was why the day’s lesson was a complete waste of time. Her ears pricked at a sound in the forest behind her. She closed her eyes and focused. Jackson was teaching her how to combine all her senses and form an almost complete picture in her head. Any movement of sound caused vibrations in the air, which she could pick up. But he told her that was another thing that the other wolves couldn’t do. The list kept growing, and it was making her more anxious. How was she supposed to protect herself if she was going to stand out? And Jackson told her she would be okay in his pack, but his earlier words kept playing in her head. They would never accept her. He had been so

Layla was out the door before she could think, following the scent to the woods behind the house. And just past the treeline, she saw the woman who had birthed them, dressed in a casual summer dress with her arms around. “You know I can’t do that, darling.” “Get away from her,” she growled. Both Britney and Rebecca turned with surprise on their faces. Surely her mother had sensed her coming? ‘Get away from my sister!’ she screamed in her head. Rebecca winced and stepped back from Brit as if she’d heard her. It was one thing to appear out of the blue to traumatise her but to approach Brit? That was a different story. Rebecca had said she was watching Brit the last time they had spoken, but she didn’t think the woman would dare to make contact. Fury raged through her veins, so much that she had to force her emotions down so Brit wouldn’t see them. “Are you going to make this decision for me, too?” Brit snapped. She looked from her mother to the moody teenager with a frown.