Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Curse Alpha's Son : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

**Beatrice pov** As I turned my face, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if time itself had momentarily paused to witness the significance of that choice. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and restraint, and I could sense the depth of Falon's disappointment. But in that moment, something shifted between us—a deeper understanding, a newfound respect. Falon's eyes, though tinged with longing, held a mixture of admiration and acceptance. It was as if he understood the need for my reaction and what I was going through, the need for self-discovery and healing. Instead of pushing further, he gracefully stepped back, his gaze filled with a quiet understanding that spoke volumes. Silence settled between us, but it was a comfortable silence, one that carried an unspoken agreement. At that moment, I realized the beauty of our friendship. It was a bond that had weathered storms, supported one another through the darkest of times, and celebrated moments of triumph. Falon had bec

**Cadence pov**Tania took a deep breath, her eyes filled with amusement. "Cadence, you will have to kill me before it is ever recorded that I am not your sister, Lycora. I never intended to deceive you, but circumstances compelled me to play this role. It was all part of a plan between Luna Red and me, and I apologize for any confusion or hurt it may have caused you."My eyes widened in disbelief as Tania's words sank in. I struggled to process the revelation that this was all a carefully orchestrated act. Luna Red, who had been observing the exchange with an amused smile, couldn't contain her laughter any longer and joined Tania in a fit of giggles.The laughter echoed through the air, mixing with my bewildered silence. I felt a mix of emotions swirling within me—confusion, surprise, and a twinge of betrayal. As the laughter continued, my expression gradually transformed, a spark of mischievousness igniting in my eyes.A grin crept across my face as I realized the extent of the play

**Beatrice pov** It was very early in the morning, as I sat in my room, engrossed in my own thoughts, a sudden noise jolted me back to reality. It was a loud and unexpected commotion, causing my heart to race and my mind to scramble for an explanation. Panic coursed through my veins as I tried to make sense of the chaos that had seemingly invaded our peaceful sanctuary. In that split second, my thoughts raced to the worst-case scenario—a possible invasion or threat to the safety of the pack. Instinctively, I jumped to my feet, my forgetfulness about my advanced pregnancy momentarily clouding my judgment. The sharp pang of pain shot through my abdomen, reminding me of my delicate condition. I winced and placed my hands protectively over my round belly, feeling the weight of my actions. With a deep breath to steady myself, I reminded myself to prioritize the safety of my unborn child. I carefully moved towards the do

**Alpha Duncan pov** She walked seductively towards me. Her features were delicate, her eyes shimmering with a mix of compassion and concern. Her skin glowed with a warm, healthy radiance, contrasting with the shadows that danced in the room. Strands of hair framed her face, gently cascading over her shoulders in a waterfall of ebony. But what struck me most was the unmistakable swell of her belly, evidence of the life growing within her. The sight filled me with a mix of wonder and disbelief, for I could scarcely comprehend how I had come to be in this place, alive and witnessing this poignant moment. She beckoned to me, her gesture filled with an unspoken invitation. It was as if she held the key to answers I longed for, urging me to follow her into the unknown. Without hesitation, I rose from the clinic bed, my surprise palpable at finding myself still breathing, still clinging to life. Weakness coursed through my limbs, reminding me of the wounds and the battles fought. Yet, a

Back then if anything were to happen to you, it was my fault, even as a baby if you were to cry I would be beaten for it, even if I was not in the room or house when you cried, you were their king and I was just a common salve that should answer to your every wimp” I could see the shock and pity on his face but I was not done, I just hope he would not hate me after it all “I knew you were just a baby and it was not your fault you easily got irritated and so I made sure nothing happened to you and always protected you not just because I was you big sister but because if anything did happen I was going to pay for it, when you got old enough to understand what was happening mum and dad tired to make you into them, so you could hate me as well but you never did, when I was starved you would always steal it for me and let them know it was you that stole and ate it so they won’t come after me, you were proud to tell everyone I was your sister and even defended me from them and that was why