Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alphas Cursebreaker: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

As I traced my fingers over the delicate runes, the warmth beneath my touch deepened, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. The magic thrummed softly, inviting, as if it recognized me. I let my hand linger on the page, drawn into the intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and my vision blurred. I closed my eyes, the world around me fading into darkness. When I opened them again, I wasn’t in the library anymore.I was standing in a moonlit clearing, the soft rustle of leaves and the chirping of distant crickets filling the air. Before me stood Nyx, her dark hair flowing freely, her eyes alight with joy. She turned, smiling warmly at the figure beside her—Harrison.He was watching her with a tenderness that made my chest ache, his hand entwined with hers. The love between them was palpable, a bond that seemed to glow in the cool night air.“I have a surprise for you,” Nyx said, her voice soft and filled with exci

The Stars never lied, at least they had never lied in Ares experience.For as long as witches had walked the earth, they had looked to the stars for guidance. The heavens, vast and infinite, were believed to be the ultimate map of fate, each constellation a marker on the path laid out for every soul. Witches of old taught that the stars did not merely predict the future—they shaped it, their light weaving through the fabric of time and destiny. They whispered secrets to those who could hear them, offering glimpses of the trials and triumphs to come.Ares had grown up hearing these tales, the idea that her life was written in the stars both a comfort and a burden. She had always been told that while witches could wield immense power, they were ultimately bound by the celestial threads that connected all things. No matter the choices made or the paths taken, fate would always guide them back to where they were meant to be.Lately, Ares couldn’t shake the feeling that she was walking in

Kael opened the book, his fingers turning the pages with a familiar ease, but Ares couldn’t shake the feeling that the words written in that book held more than just spells. There was something deeper in the ink, something that resonated with her, but it wasn’t clear yet. The curse was still looming over them, heavy in the air, and the presence of the book—the one thing she had kept locked away from everyone—made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.As Kael began to read aloud from the pages, his voice steady and focused, Ares found herself unable to concentrate. Her eyes drifted to the edges of the book, her fingers grazing the corners of the pages as though she could feel the weight of Nyx’s past still clinging to it. She couldn’t help but wonder about the noblewoman who had sent the book. What did she want? Why had she intervened in a matter that seemed so personal to Ares?The questions lingered, but she pushed them down, focusing on Kael instead. He

The hours stretched on as Ares and Kael pored over the spell book, its yellowed pages heavy with the weight of ancient knowledge. The words blurred in Ares’ vision, a jumble of incantations and symbols she couldn’t quite make sense of. She had been so sure that this was the way forward, that breaking the curse would be as simple as deciphering the right spell. But the deeper they dug, the more elusive the answers seemed.Kael sat across from her, a furrow in his brow as he flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning each line with a kind of intensity that made Ares’ chest tighten. His focus was unwavering, but even he was starting to look frustrated. Ares could feel the weight of his frustration, the tension hanging between them like a storm cloud. Each failed attempt to break the curse felt like a personal failure, and the pressure was mounting.Ares leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. The symbols swirled in her mind, and the words of the spell felt more like a riddle tha

Ares moved toward the bed, her body aching with exhaustion. The soft rustle of her nightdress against her skin was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. She reached for the edge of the blankets, about to pull them back and finally rest her weary body when something caught her eye.A small, folded piece of parchment was lying on the floor next to the bed, as if it had been slipped under the door without her noticing. The paper was pristine, its edges sharp and unruffled. It seemed out of place, too deliberate in its positioning. Ares frowned, her heart suddenly picking up pace.She bent down and picked it up, her fingers brushing against the paper’s smooth surface. Without thinking, she unfolded the note, her eyes scanning the words written in sharp, black ink.“Stay away from Kael. He is not yours to claim.”A chill ran down her spine, and the words seemed to blur for a moment, the weight of them settling heavily in her chest. She read the rest of the note:“You are trying to st