All Chapters of Curse of the Alpha demon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The creature stared at me for quite a moment before smiling widely and his next words hit me like a slap."Of course, you'd have to marry me first."I recoiled as if he'd physically struck me. "What?""The power of Bloodburn isn't something I can just give away freely," he explained, his tone maddeningly casual. "It requires a bond, a commitment. Marriage is the most binding contract humans have, so that's what I require."Disgust rolled through my stomach in waves. "Are you insane? You're engaged to my mother!"But instead of looking ashamed or concerned, the creature threw back his head and laughed. The sound was rich and genuinely amused, as if I'd just told him the most delightful joke."I don't see any problem with that," he said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "In fact, it adds a certain... poetry to the arrangement, don't you think?"I stared at him in horror. "You're talking about marrying a mother and daughter. That's sick. That's—""That's power," he interrupted,

The constant nightmares were wearing me down, eating away at what little strength I had left. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw twisted faces and heard whispers that made my skin crawl. The visions were getting stronger, more vivid, bleeding into my waking hours until I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. I was exhausted, desperate, and standing in my own living room facing a creature that shouldn’t exist.But as I stared at him, sitting so casually in my chair like he belonged there, a dark thought crept into my mind. Maybe this was more than just survival. Maybe this was my chance—not just to escape the torment that was slowly driving me insane, but to finally get back at my mother for everything she’d put me through.“Fine,” I heard myself say, the words coming out before I could stop them. They seemed to hang in the air between us, heavy with consequence. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.”His eyebrows raised slightly, and for a moment something that might have been surprise flickere

SERENAThe morning light came through the tall windows of my room, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the white dress hanging on the closet door. Today was my wedding day. I should have been nervous, excited, something. Instead, all I could think about was Ryker.His face kept appearing in my mind. The way he looked at me that night. The way he held me. Part of me wondered if I was making a huge mistake. Here I was, about to marry a man I barely knew, a man who had already been married to my own mother. What kind of life was I walking into?I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my belly. The baby had been quiet this morning, like even they could sense something big was happening.“Maybe this is wrong,” I whispered to myself. “Maybe I should just run away.”But where would I go? I had no money, no job, only left with the house Ryker gave me. And the nightmares would come back. The demons would find me again. At least with Lucan, I was safe from all that.I got up and s

RykerI turned back to the TV screen, my chest tightening with each frame. They were showing more footage of the wedding now. Serena dancing with her new husband. Laughing at something he said. She looked happy.The sight of her in another man’s arms was like a knife twisting in my gut. Even after everything - after I’d thrown her out of the pack I still loved her. The mate bond might be severed, but the heart doesn’t forget so easily. Watching her smile at Lucan, seeing her hand in his, made something inside me break all over again.But I knew her well enough to see what others couldn’t. The way she held herself. The way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She wasn’t happy. She was pretending. And that made it worse somehow knowing she was suffering while I sat here, helpless and hurting.The question was: why? Why had she agreed to the wedding?What had driven her to marry a man she barely knew? What was she running from? Or what was she running toward? And why did it feel like l

Serena’s POV I was still resting in my room, trying to process everything that had happened today, when a soft knock came at my door.“Mrs Lucan?” It was one of the maids. “Dinner is ready. Mr. Lucan is waiting for you in the dining room.”Mrs.Lucan. The title still felt strange on my ear. Part of me wanted to stay locked in my room, to avoid the inevitable drama that would come from sitting at the same table as Daniella and my mother. But I knew that’s exactly what they’d expect, for me to hide, to run away. I stood up, smoothed down my dress, and walked to the dining room with my head held high. I had to show them that I didn’t give a fuck about their opinions or their existence. When I entered the elegant dining room, everyone was already seated around the long mahogany table. Lucan sat at the head. My mother sat to his right, picking at her salad with obvious discomfort. And Daniella sat across from her, shooting daggers at me with her eyes.“Ah, there’s my beautiful wife,” Lu