All Chapters of Bound To The Cursed Alpha King : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Maya’s Point Of View“And that’s not even the worst of what she’s done.” The words punched the breath out of me. My lungs refused to expand. My fingers turned cold. My vision blurred, then snapped back into focus like a camera adjusting under duress.I stared at Dren, mouth parted, heart pounding so violently I was sure they could all hear it—this uncontrollable, terrified thudding. He wasn’t done. Why wouldn’t he shut up? Why wouldn’t someone stop him?“Baby no...” I whimpered under my breath, though I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to. Dren? Kaiden? The moon goddess herself? My whole body trembled. Not from fear… no, not anymore. From rage. From betrayal. From the bitter, foul taste of panic swelling at the back of my throat.I could feel their eyes on me.Judging. Condemning. Despising.I wanted to scream, wanted to claw Dren’s throat open, shake him until the words stopped spewing from his mouth. But I couldn’t move. I was frozen. Glued to the marble floor as he began to speak aga

Julian’s Point Of ViewThe ballroom buzzed with hushed whispers and heightened murmurs, voices rising and falling like crashing waves, all centered around the sudden, violent outburst of the she-wolf, Maya.But I couldn’t care less.The chaos she created didn’t register in my mind, not even as warriors and guards rushed to subdue her, not even as gasps filled the air and scandal clung to every breath in the room.All I saw… was her.Avery.How on earth is she here?My heart was a battlefield… rage, confusion, longing, all clashing like swords in a war I didn’t even know I’d been drafted into. The longer I watched her from across the hall, standing beside Kaiden like she belonged there, the deeper my hatred for the Alpha King festered.That smug bastard. He knew what he was doing. He had to. This wasn’t just politics. This was personal. Avery Smith… as the Alpha King’s mate? No. No, I refuse to accept that.The scent of her was faint beneath the room’s perfume and sweat, but to me, it

Kaiden’s Point Of ViewThe ballroom was alive, buzzing with conversations, forced laughter, clinking glasses, and the undercurrent of politics that always slithered beneath the surface at gatherings like this.Golden light from the massive crystal chandeliers bathed the hall in a soft glow, glinting off the marble floor like fire scattered across ice. Wolves from every region stood tall in their tailored suits and regal dresses, fangs hidden behind diplomatic smiles. But I wasn’t fooled. I could sense the ambition, the hunger, the bitterness masked behind silk gloves and polished boots.I stood amidst a cluster of Alphas, my posture composed, shoulders squared with authority. My black tuxedo hugged my frame perfectly, not a wrinkle in sight. A glass of aged whiskey rested in my hand, untouched.Caspian, my Beta and one of the few people I trusted implicitly, leaned in closer to me. His voice was low but firm, designed not to draw unnecessary attention. “The Eastern borders have been t

Julian’s Point Of View“Julian, what are you doing out here?” came Sophia’s voice, calm and sweet on the surface, but I could hear the edge beneath it.That practiced edge.That calculating undertone she always masked with her delicate smile and carefully chosen words. I didn’t turn around immediately. I stared ahead into the garden, where the cold night breeze whispered through the trees like ghosts murmuring truths I didn’t want to hear.I was still reeling. Still burning from the confrontation with Avery and Kaiden. Still drowning in the suffocating realization that I had lost her.No… thrown her away.“Can’t I have a moment to myself?” I muttered, my voice flat, jaw clenched as I finally turned around to face her.Sophia stood there in a tight emerald gown that shimmered under the moonlight, her golden curls cascading down one shoulder like she’d stepped out of a painting. But there was nothing soft in her gaze tonight. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her eyes,

Sophia’s Point Of ViewI stormed back into the ballroom, every click of my heels on the marble echoing the anger pounding through my skull. My breath came in short bursts, my chest rising and falling like I had just sprinted through a forest. But this… this wasn’t fatigue. This was rage.Rage at Julian. Rage at her. And most of all, rage at myself… for underestimating her.The chandeliers above sparkled with mockery, casting golden light on the grand scene before me. Laughter, music, and polite clinking of glasses filled the space, but all of it blurred when I saw her, Avery.There she was.Laughing. Smiling. Glowing.Draped in elegance and adorned in that dark velvet gown that hugged her body like it was sewn from royalty itself, her starlight-white hair cascading down her back in soft waves. The crown on her head, the Alpha’s King family heirloom crown, I’d recognize it anywhere, glinted like it had finally found its rightful owner.And beside her, Kaiden… the terrifying, cold-heart