All Chapters of Alpha's Cursed Twain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selene's POVClosing the door, she exhaled softly as she stretched. I stood very still and watched her go deeper in.She couldn’t hear me, of course. But she could feel things. And if I wasn’t careful, she could sense something that how we’re out of order.Celeste made her way to her dresser, raking a hand through her hair. She came dangerously close to me and I had to step aside quickly to avoid her crashing into me.She took a brush, mindlessly dragging it through her hair as she talked to herself. Then, with a weary sigh, she trudged toward the bed.I followed close behind, my excitement building.Celeste climbed on top of the bed, propping herself against the pillows and closing her eyes. In a matter of moments, her breathing had slowed.“Finally, I thought you'll never sleep,” I whispered. I approached, observing her in silence. So vulnerable. So unaware.I raised my hand in a similar wave over her body and whispered a spell under my breath.Once or twice, her chest rose and fel

Killian’s POVThe underground medical hub was colder than normal. The lingering smell of antiseptic hung in the air, overlaid the dried blood and sweat. The machines beeped at steady intervals, but the mood in the room was anything but stable.My colleagues and I circled the restrained corpse of Elias Carter, a man whose name had appeared in the news for three weeks straight as a missing person.Now he was here and hardly human. I was not prepared to explain to him the process of what it's like becoming a wolf. They were so mad when they found out.And Sam was going too far. But if the cops found out about this, it would cause an uproar. I didn't want anything to happen that would upset the human and supernatural treaty. It’s taken us centuries to make a deal like that.His change wasn’t like the others. The victims who had come before him had been poisoned, their bodies bent beyond repair, but Elias was different. There was no rot in evidence, no blackened veins, no sickly pallor. Hi

Celeste’s POVA tingle crept up my spine. I turned my gaze to the door, and bit my lip as a clammy feeling pressing on my chest. The warmth of the sun streaming comfortably through a gap in the window did little to mitigate the gravity falling on me. Something was off. My body felt slow, and my head was dense, as if something had crept into my brain when I wasn’t looking.Vanessa sat with her legs crossed on the floor, rubbing her elbow, her lip twisted with anger. As soon as we spotted each other, we spoke in unison “Did you feel that?”I went first, nodding. “Yeah. It's so creepy. Almost like we have someone else in here,” I whispered. “Why are you whispering? You're making this shit more scary,” Vanessa replied. I looked at the window. It was open and the wind moved in with ease. “Maybe, it's the wind.”Vanessa turned to look at the window and back at me as quick as a lightening. “Yeah, no. I doubt some little wind is supposed to give me this icky feeling.”“What do you mean?”

Celeste’s POVVanessa kept fighting without stopping."Please, guys, let's not fight," I pleaded. "Let's talk and sort this out."But they ignored me, only paying attention to each other.The forest was filled with the noise of their fierce battle. Growls echoed through the air as Vanessa attacked Selene. Vanessa's black fur stood on end, and her golden eyes were full of fury. She moved like the wind, her claws and teeth flashing with incredible speed and power. The ground shook with every strike she landed.Selene barely had time to react. Quickly, she raised her hands and summoned a glowing shield of energy just in time to block Vanessa's sharp claws. Sparks flew when the claws hit the shield, but the force still pushed Selene backward.Vanessa was relentless in her attack.She gave Selene no time to recover as she lunged again, even faster and stronger, driven by sheer anger. Her claws sliced through the air, missing Selene by mere inches because Selene managed to teleport away jus

  Killian’s POV The pain in my ribs was sharp and constant. My shirt was torn and soaked with blood. It was warm against my skin.  The air was filled with the smell of my blood and sweat and probably the old cell. It reeked of death and suffering.  I wanted to puke myself every time I inhaled it. My arms were tired from being tied, but I made myself stay still. Joan stood beyond the rusted bars, watching me. Her face didn’t show what she was thinking, but she looked like she was in control, even with the dim light flickering above. Her face had lines that spoke of her experiences, yet there was something unnatural about her. Crazy woman. Crazy brother and maybe a crazy