Lahat ng Kabanata ng Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

“What? No... please don’t leave me like this!” I pleaded, but Callahan didn’t even glance back at me. His movements were slow and methodical, as if unaffected by the tension hanging between us. He finished rolling his sleeves down, buttoned his shirt, and then, without another word, walked toward the driver’s seat.I was left standing there, a storm of frustration and confusion swirling inside me. Why had he left me hanging like this? The memory of his touch—the way his lips had kissed me, how he’d devoured me—still clung to my skin, leaving me feeling electric, alive, yet unfulfilled.The raw, intense feelings he’d sparked in me moments ago were still buzzing, but now they were abruptly snuffed out. I could still feel his hands on me, his mouth exploring my body. Every nerve in me ached for more. And yet, here I was—alone, watching him walk away as though nothing had happened. He didn’t even seem to care that I was burning with desire. It wasn’t just the physical frustration—it was

The tension was palpable as I stood in the courtyard of the pack house, feeling the weight of curious eyes on me. Elijah, seemingly unaware of my growing discomfort, continued forward with ease, his steps confident as ever. I followed him, though my mind was a whirl of doubts and anxieties. What was I doing here? I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to be here. I had never met these people, and yet here I was, in their territory, looking like an outsider in a too-tight training outfit."Is everything okay?" Elijah asked, glancing back at me as we walked.I bit my lip nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. "I’m just... not sure they’ll like me," I admitted, my voice quiet.He chuckled, a reassuring smile on his face. "Of course they will. You’re with me, aren’t you? Everyone here knows me. They’ll respect you."I wanted to believe him, but the voices in my head, full of doubts, kept whispering that I didn’t belong here. Not in this pack. Not in Callahan’s world.As we continue

Zenovia stood motionless at the edge of the pack’s territory, her heart pounding in her chest as the pack members gazed at her from all directions. Each pair of eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and took a hesitant step forward. Elijah’s hand gently rested on her back, urging her onward. “They’re not going to bite you. Just go ahead,” he whispered, his voice warm but carrying an undercurrent of nerves.She offered him a nervous smile, a poor attempt to mask the anxiety eating away at her insides. Elijah cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the silent crowd.“This is Zenovia Archer,” he announced, his voice carrying authority. “She’s now part of our pack. Please, give her a warm welcome.”The pack members exchanged wary glances, but not a single word was spoken. An oppressive silence filled the air, thick with uncertainty and suspicion. Zenovia felt the weight of their gaze bearing down on her, as if they were all waiting for her to

I was taken aback, staring at the phone screen in confusion as Elijah pointed out the contact list. “I do?” I repeated, unsure what I was seeing.Elijah grinned. “Yeah, see? It’s already saved. You’ve got Callahan’s number here, along with Matt’s, Drusilla’s, and a few other pack contacts.”I blinked at the screen, trying to process it. “I never really checked the phone much. I don’t get calls or messages... It was just something to carry around, you know?” I mumbled, my cheeks heating up.“Well, once you awaken your wolf, you won’t need the phone anyway.” Elijah’s voice was teasing, but there was an underlying hint of something else, like he was trying to reassure me without saying it directly. I felt embarrassed, but the thought of awakening my wolf—a part of me I didn’t even understand—made my chest tighten. “Yeah, I guess... Probably when Callahan took me to the shop, he added his number to it,” I said quietly, not fully sure why I was still talking about it.Elijah seemed unf

The message glowed on my screen, illuminating the darkness of my room as I stared at it, unmoving. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating, battling the indecision that had settled deep in my chest. What was I supposed to say?Sid hadn’t sent another text. He wasn’t the type to push. He was careful, calculated. And maybe that was what unsettled me the most.A sigh slipped past my lips as I set the phone down. My plan had been so clear before—return to my father, make him see the truth, convince him to change his mind. But now, with Sid’s cryptic mention of the Rogue King, doubt clouded my path.Dalton’s face surfaced in my mind, unbidden. His piercing gaze, the concern that flickered there when he had pulled me into his arms at the pub, his quiet protectiveness. It would be a lie to say I didn’t care about him, even in the smallest way.And if I could uncover the Rogue King’s plans, I might be able to shield him from more trouble. He already carried too much on his shoulders.