Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Cursed Twain: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

 CELESTE’S POV “I think my mother wrote this page,” I mumbled as I opened the next page. It was written in a slightly shaggier handwriting.  “The one held hostage at the dungeon back home some time ago?”  “I believe everyone is given the liberty of having a single mother throughout their lifetime.” I glared at him from under my lashes.  “Well, yeah.” He shrugged. “But it’s hard to believe she ever had time to do anything that can be of benefit to someone else that isn’t herself.”  I squinted my eyes, about to lash out. The fact that she was a nasty person doesn't give him the audacity to insult her, not in front of me. As sh

SAM'S POVCeleste was visibly relaxed behind me as the door was banged, probably to indicate their departure. She wiggled and tried to move in front of me to get the door, but I held her hand and shook my head negatively. They didn't leave; they were simply playing games to make sure the house was empty. "What?" She whispered, already glaring at me probably for wasting her time when we could be out there already heading back. "They just think we are putting up a good hiding spot and are not entirely gone. Not unless you want to prove them right. Then stay here. I will tell you when the Course is cleared enough to make an appearance outside." I had my eyes on the little crack that let light into the secret office. There was no one in my line of sight, but they were out there. "I couldn't have survived to this point without you, could I?" "You could have managed. But by now, I am sure you will still be in the forest, trekking your days away while trying not to get dictated by their

KILLIAN’S POV “Alpha?” I heard the call, and it was Logan’s voice, but for one, I couldn't bring myself to respond, and neither could I do anything else. I just wanted to get up and leave. That way, maybe I would save myself the stress of watching my body misbehave in front of everyone. But I couldn't as much as move my eyes when I wanted to, not to mention moving my legs and walking out of the conference room. All I could do was watch, watch from my mind’s eyes how Malthus does things I have worked so hard to contradict. I hated this, the feeling of being locked in my own body like a caged animal while another fucking creature used me like a costume. The humiliation I felt, the hopelessness, the dread, and the sickening helplessness that curled in my gut. He wasn’t just possessing me; he was mocking everything I had stood for. And that single fact frustrates me more than any other. “How does it feel like sitting in front of subordinates again?” He declared, and I could see the con

CELESTE’S POV“Where the fuck have you been?” Logan glared from me to Sam, the usual calmness in his tone completely nonexistent. In its place was a tone of horror. He seemed truly horrified by something, and that caused me to get super worried.“Where is my mate?” I didn’t bother responding to his question. It wouldn’t answer my own question, and my question is more important at this point. It required the most answers.“In his room, locked up. Why didn’t any of you think of informing me about his condition?” He was still glaring as he spoke.“What condition?” Sam and I asked at the same time. I could also hear the dread in his tone. It was evident.Logan’s glare intensified, if that was even possible. He looked like he wasn’t doing a great job holding himself back and stopping himself from smacking us. “I should be asking you both. What is going on? He changed into a wolf in front of everyone at a meeting! Do you even know the gravity of that? And none of you thought of informing me

JEREMY'S POVLife was......well, great. It was great for the witches, and so far, they were in a good mood. Getting what they wanted for so long, I was treated well too. So instead of worrying about what was part of our plan and what was not, I decided to just embrace what I have now. It's not every day you have witches bending to whatever request you give them. They claimed I was their saviour. I brought Killian to them, and I helped them fulfill their most sought-after goal, and so they will do whatever it takes to honour me. I let myself enjoy the moment, even though deep down at the back of my mind, I knew there was going to be hell to pay for what we were doing. Well, mostly their doings. The pack isn't just going to fold their hand and let themselves get defeated. And when I said "the pack." I meant Sam and Logan and maybe a number of the elders. They will come for us, and when they do, I hope the witches have the perfect plan in mind to protect themselves, as I would not be