Todos os capítulos de The Alpha King's Curse: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Jax stepped back and tried to rein his beast in, but his heart was pounding, and his head was still trying to process what he had just done.And Cain, the bastard, he was raring to go. He had a mate to mark and enemies to rip apart, in no particular order. “It was you,” Layla whispered. Behind him, the sound of footsteps pulled his attention away. Dylan and his warriors were running up the stairs. Shit! His door lay on the floor, and he couldn’t stop his shift. Like a newly shifted pup, his beast had taken all the control from him.He had to stop. If they saw Cain, then he would never be able to lie that Layla didn’t know the truth. ‘I’ll kill them all,’ Cain growled. ‘And then you won’t have to hide her from anyone.’‘They will take her from us!’“Hide, Layla,” he growled before Cain turned them around to face the coming deluge.By the time Dylan appeared on the landing, Cain was already halfway down the hall, ripping off his jacket and shirt as he became half man, half beast. The

Two days.Jackson had been out for two days.Layla placed the wet cloth on his forehead again and then studied his unconscious state. He looked like he was just sleeping, and his features were softened. So many emotions swirled inside her that she couldn’t make sense of any of them.Jackson was larger than life. When he was angry with her, when he made love to her, when he looked at her, he always evoked such extreme emotions in her. Now he looked harmless. He looked so vulnerable that she felt a hint of protectiveness towards him. It was funny how her fear of Jackson had disappeared now that he was so helpless. The need to stay by his side to take care of him was as strong as it was confusing. And she felt driven to touch him constantly as if she was trying to reassure herself that he was still alive. She shouldn’t have felt any of those things, especially now that she knew what he was.“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” she whispered, pushing a lock of his sweat-drenched hair out of his

Everything hurt.Jax opened his heavy eyelids and winced against the brightness in the room. Even his eyeballs hurt. For the first time in his life, he felt disoriented and weak. His head was swimming, and it felt like someone had hit him continuously with a sledgehammer. His limbs felt too heavy to move, and the bite on his side made his whole body feel like he was burning from the inside. Normally he healed faster than other werewolves because of his royal blood, but that witch must have done something to prevent that. He could feel the dark magic in his blood, trying to get a hold of him again. Whatever spell or poison she had used had to have been very strong because he hadn’t sensed it until seconds before he passed out.Even Diedre, the strongest witch he knew, had not sensed it.He pushed that worry away because he was in no shape to make sense of that. The only thing that soothed him was the weight on his chest and the scent of his mate. Since the day he’d met her, he’d tried

Layla washed quickly and let the water out of the tub. How the hell had she got herself into this mess? There was no trust involved in this place. She wasn't safe. And she was a crazy fool to feel even the slightest bit safe with Jackson.Something had changed. She could feel it even though she couldn’t understand it. Her head was a lot clearer, yet she still wasn’t herself. She couldn’t be, not when she felt like this for Jackson. How could she feel so... attached to him? Her feelings had been wild before she had passed out on top of him, and those feelings seemed to have settled even though she was very well-rested. Madness.She looked back at the man who’d fallen asleep when he had found his release. The image tugged at her heartstrings, something it shouldn’t have done. But he still looked so... defenceless. If he couldn’t trust the people around him, then that meant he expected her to look out for him again. And she felt compelled to because of whatever twisted thing was happeni

Jackson forced his eyes to open and immediately searched for Layla’s scent.But it wasn’t her scent that filled his nose. The sickly sweet smell was familiar and too close to him. Way too close. He turned his head to the source and found Dylan’s friend lying in bed next to him, looking down at him with that come-hither smile she’d had on her face when they had been introduced. The buttons of her shirt were undone so her breasts were showing. He'd been right about her intentions, after all.He sat up quickly and regretted it instantly. Sleeping had helped him heal more, but he wasn’t back to his full capabilities yet. He was still too weak to fight this woman off.“Get the fuck out of my bedroom,” he snarled.Just the fact that she was lying down on Layla's side made him fume. Only Layla was meant to be there. They’d have to burn these sheets so he’d never had to smell that scent again.And he knew this was another sign that he was already screwed. Though he could feel his wolf somewh