บททั้งหมดของ Offered to the Cursed Alpha: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

As we entered the house, Ryker's thunderous voice echoed through the halls, sending shivers down my spine. "Who was the guard in charge of her room?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with fury.The guards assembled before us, their faces pale and trembling with fear. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard, stepped forward, his eyes darting nervously between Ryker and me."I-I was, sir," he stuttered, his voice shaking like a leaf.I had never seen a man so big, so scared in my entire life.Ryker's gaze narrowed, his eyes boring into the guard's very soul. "You were in charge of her room, and yet she managed to escape," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "How do you explain that?"The guard swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I-I don't know, sir. I must have fallen asleep at my post."Ryker's expression turned glacial, his eyes flashing with anger, but it was only for a fleeting moment, and a sardonic smile spread across his lip. "You fell asleep at your post?

I entered my room and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the hallway. I was pacing angrily, my feet moving back and forth across the floor. I couldn't believe the nerve of Ryker, ordering me around like I was some kind of servant. My anger overpowered the fear I had for him, and I asked myself what kind of man he was. What kind of man treated a woman like this?I replayed the encounter in my mind, his authoritative voice and the way he addressed me like he owned me. I felt a surge of emotions at the memory, my anger boiling over. How dare he? How dare he treat me like this?As I paced back and forth, I ignored the voice in my head that told me that he actually did own me. He had paid the price for me, and my uncle had willingly sold me off to a monster. I pushed the thought aside, not wanting to think about it. Not wanting to think about the fact that I was trapped here, at the mercy of a man who seemed to take great pleasure in controlling me. A man who lived for the fe

After finishing the tour of the house, I excitedly returned to the library. I had fallen in love with the room, and I couldn't wait to explore it further. As I entered the library, I was immediately enveloped in the musty scent of old books. I breathed deeply, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.I scanned the shelves, my eyes running over the countless books that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling. I knew I'd spend hours in here, getting lost in the stories and adventures that lay within the pages. I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title."The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.I wondered vaguely if Ryker was into romance stories, but the thou

I woke up the following morning, feeling terribly sad. The events of the previous day still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the sadness that had rooted itself in my chest, even in my sleep. Just when I found one thing not to totally hate about this place, even that was taken from me. The library was like a shelter in a storm, but I couldn't go there anymore. The mere thought of it made me want to cry.I indulged in a pity party for a while, lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself. But as the minutes ticked by, I knew I had to get up and face the day. I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I was about to get out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day when something caught my eye from my peripheral vision, making me stop in my tracks.I retreated my steps, my eyes fixed on the bedside table. At first, I thought I was dreaming. I thought I had thought about the book so much that I was dreaming about it, but it was really there. I rea

_Ryker’s POV_I sat in my private jet, staring out the window as the clouds drifted by. My mind was a million miles away, preoccupied with thoughts of her. Arianna. The woman who had somehow managed to infiltrate my thoughts and occupy my every waking moment.My head throbbed with a headache, which had by now become a constant due to the endless meetings and projects I’d taken on the last four days. The plan was to get my mind off her, so I barely gave my body up to three hours of rest, but each time I closed my eyes, she was right there.Jason, my beta and best friend, sat across from me, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You won't believe what happened to me last week," he said, leaning forward in his seat.I raised an eyebrow, but my mind wasn't really on Jason's story. I was too busy thinking about Arianna. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about me? What did it even matter whether she was thinking about me?! I scolded myself, trying to silence my wolf who was f