All Chapters of The Curse Within : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alaric’s POVThe sunrise was breathtaking as I stepped out onto the porch of the lake house. The sky was painted in shades of gold and pink, the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of pine and damp earth. A calmness settled over me, rare and precious amidst the chaos that had become our lives.I looked back into the house, watching Sofia as she slept, her face soft in the early morning light. Her breathing was steady, her lips slightly parted as she curled beneath the blankets. She looked so peaceful, and I was determined to keep it that way—at least for a little longer.This place had always been my sanctuary, a retreat from the demands of leading the pack and the responsibilities that came with it. But now, it wasn’t just mine. Sofia’s presence transformed the lake house into something even more meaningful. Seeing her here, at ease and away from the pressures of the pack, reminded me why I’d brought her here in the first place.She’d been carrying so much lately. The weight o

Alaric's povThe sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow across the clearing as Sofia and I sat side by side, our legs dangling over the edge of the lake. The air smelled of fresh pine and damp earth, a refreshing change from the heavy tension that had been hanging over us for weeks. I could see the way Sofia’s shoulders had relaxed since we’d arrived at the lake house. She had been so tense before, almost constantly on edge, as if the weight of the world rested on her fragile frame. And yet, as I watched her now, I could see that something was different. There was a quiet peace in her eyes, something I hadn’t seen in her since she’d discovered her connection to the legend.“I know it’s not much,” I began, my voice low as I turned to look at her, “but I hope this weekend is helping.”She turned to me, her blue eyes softening. “It’s perfect,” she replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this... time away, away from the

Thorne's POVThe fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The heat did nothing to ease the cold that had settled deep within me, a cold born of loss and rage. I sat in my chair, staring into the flames, trying to suppress the fury that simmered just below the surface.I couldn’t shake the image from my mind—my son’s lifeless body. The way he had fallen in front of Sofia’s car. It was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful day, but the world had shattered in an instant.Sofia. It was her fault.It wasn’t intentional, I knew that. But it didn’t matter. In my eyes, she was the one who took him from me. The one who ripped my world apart.I had been so sure that I would find a way to use her, break her, get revenge. But nothing had been the same after that day. The anger, the helplessness—it consumed me. I had left, retreated into the shadows, because I couldn’t bear to look at her, to see her with Alaric, living a life I would never have again.When I left, I

Alaric's POVI watched Sofia from across the training field, her figure a steady silhouette against the morning light. She was focused, pushing herself harder than anyone else. And it was starting to worry me. I knew she had a fire inside her, but I also knew that too much of that fire could burn her out.She had been different since we got back from the lake house. The intimacy we shared there, the bond we forged, had been powerful, but it also seemed to have unleashed something within her. Her training had become relentless, and no matter how many times I tried to pull her back, she would insist on pushing forward. It was as if she were trying to outrun something.I had noticed the change in her earlier this week when she’d used that strange power in training. It hadn’t been intentional, but it was powerful—too powerful for someone who still had so much to learn. I had tried to tell her to take a step back, but she hadn’t listened. The way she had looked at me, that brief moment of

Sofia's povThe moment my eyes closed, I felt the familiar pull of the dreamscape—a swirling, ethereal mist that seemed to twist around me, pulling me deeper into the shadows. It wasn’t the same as my normal dreams, where I was a passive observer. No, this was different. I was already aware, already awake within it.And then I saw her. Elara.She stood before me, the faint glow of the dreamscape casting an eerie light on her features. There was something about the way she moved—elegant, poised—but I could sense the weight behind her every gesture, the burden she carried.Her eyes met mine, and there was an intensity in them, a depth that made my heart race.“Sofia,” her voice echoed, a whisper that felt like it was reverberating through my very soul.I took a step forward, my pulse quickening. “Elara? What’s going on? Why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?”Her lips pressed into a tight line, as if she was choosing her words carefully. “Because you need to understand what is coming. T