บททั้งหมดของ Offered to the Cursed Alpha: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The car slowed down before rolling to a stop at the end of the insanely long driveway. Ryker parked the car and stepped out, and he was by my side of the door in seconds, holding it open for me.I was already trying to help myself out, tired of feeling like an invalid, but Ryker wasn’t having it. He ignored my not-so-strong protest, and scooped me up in his arms bridal style, carrying me towards the house.I should already be used to his arms around me by now, but it never ceases to make my heart flutter, and the feeling of my body pressed against his hard chest, his sturdy and veiny arms holding me up, his mint-coffee breath fanning my face, and his scent filling my lungs, all of it never got old, and each time, butterflies erupted in my belly.For a moment, I felt apprehensive knowing the maids, especially Claire, would see my closeness with Ryker and start to have other thoughts. But that feeling was immediately suppressed by a new, unfamiliar one I could only name as pride. Pride

My shock level shot up the roof as soon as I stepped into the room. It was dimly lit, but just enough to make me stare with my mouth wide open.From the way the maids had whispered about what was behind this door like it was some top secret, and coupled with Ryker’s reaction to me going close to it the other day, I thought the room would be some sort of torture chamber, slaughter house, or worse, some kind of kinky red room with chains and handcuffs.So imagine my shock when I saw it was a room filled with canvases, painting brushes, and a mix of colors. I turned to Ryker to express my shock, and his eyes were fixed on me, his lips set in a thin line.“Can I….can I look around?” I asked cautiously, careful not to set him off.To my surprise, he shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. “Take your time.”I turned back around, and hobbled deeper into the room with the help of my clutches. The room was filled with the scent of paint, and it looked like I’d stepped into another world,

My eyes slowly peeled open, and the first thing that greeted me was the warmth from the sunlight streaming through the slightly parted window.I twisted my body to the side, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my sides, a more than subtle reminder that I was yet to heal from the accident.Taking a deep breath, I decided to stop trying, and just laid on the bed, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.I took in a breath, and was relieved when I was neither greeted by the stench of antiseptic and drugs or the sight of the sterile white walls I’d grown used to at the hospital.It was almost laughable that Ryker’s house, the place I’d hated so much, was now a place I was so happy to be in.I closed my eyes, soaking in the warm air, and the feel of the soft sheets beneath me. But my moment of bliss was soon cut off when a series of thoughts attacked my mind.Everything that happened last night came rushing back in a slideshow, and I felt the familiar tug of pain in my heart.Everyo

Ryker’s POVFrom where I stood behind the spiral bend that led to the living room, I watched her. And no, I hadn’t intended to be a creep. I had been on my way to get breakfast when her sonorous voice stopped me dead in my tracks.But she didn’t see me.Not yet.Arianna was laughing at something that fucker said, the sound light and pleasing to my ears, but it had a hint of something else I couldn’t quite place. It was something that made my chest tighten painfully, and my fingers curl into tight fists at my sides.Unlike most people, Arianna laughed with her entire body when she wanted to. Her eyes would squeeze shut, her shoulders would lift just slightly, and the sound– fuck, the sound– was the most melodic thing I’d ever heard.But her laughter wasn’t directed at me.It was for him.My jaw clenched so hard my teeth gnashed, and I shifted my weight, pressing my back against the cold walls of the hallway.Her lips moved, but I could barely hear what she was saying, because my mind w

Ryker’s POVPacing. That was all I had been doing since I left her downstairs.I had been pacing back and forth across the room, my feet stabbing the carpet and threatening to create permanent imprints there. But I wasn’t the only one.My wolf was restless, his ears perked up and tuned to every sound outside my door, waiting—scratch that, listening— for when Arianna would return to her room across from mine.But she hadn’t.The wait was eating at me no matter how hard I tried to control myself. I tried to convince myself that that fucker would leave soon. That Arianna would get up, leave and walk straight into her room where I could at least hear her breathing through the damn wall if I had to.But with each second that passed, a layer of my patience snapped till I was barely holding it together.I didn't kill Elijah at the spot, but that didn’t mean I wanted them talking like they were having some kind of reunion. Every second that passed, my mind conjured images I didn’t want to se