All Chapters of A wife for the cursed alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lana’s POVClick.The metal shifted, grinding heavy bolts into place.He held my arms tightly.I screamed as loud as I could, shaking, trying to break from his hold.“You’re dead,” he hissed, yanking me around. His teeth bared. “When I finish with you, you’ll beg me to drag you back in chains.”Panic clinged to me , squeezing me until it felt like I could no longer breathe. My free hand shot to the splintered piece of wood I still clutched. Without thinking, I shoved it backward straight into his stomach.He grunted, his body shook, but his hold didn’t loosen.I twisted the shard, screaming, letting fear drive every movement.That did it.He fell, groaning in pain,his grip on me loosening just enough for me to escape , I didn't pause moving straight towards the open door straight into the night, forest air.The forest stretched ahead, black and endless.I ran.“YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME!”I didn’t dare look back…. I couldn’t. Seeing him close would make me falter.The woods roared with s

Max’s POV The Elder to his left leaned forward, gray hair spilling over his robes. “Then you must also be aware of what has reached us. Reports. Accusations. Whispers that you nearly strangled a young woman of your pack in a moment of fury.”I could feel Ethan stiffen beside me, but I didn’t look at him. My pulse throbbed in my ears, memories flashing her smirk, her hands on me, the stink of false temptation… and the red haze that followed.“She came to me half-naked, uninvited,” I said, my voice clipped. “It was a deliberate act of seduction. A test, or worse, a trap. And I stopped it.”The Elder to the right let out a low chuckle, humorless. “Stopped it? Or proved that your temper is unfit for leadership?”My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Do not mistake control for violence. If I meant to kill her, she would be dead.”Gasps flickered through the benches at my words. Bold. I knew it the second it left my mouth, but I couldn’t pull it back.The High Elder at my side cleared h

Max’s POVThey thought they were safe because the council had spoken. I was to be watched and leashed. But their whispers only pushed the knife deeper in my chest.At last, the final alpha slipped out through the tall doors, leaving the chamber empty but for the fading sound of boots on stone. The torches hissed along the walls, their flames casting long shadows over the pillars.Leonard stayed behind. Of course he did.He walked down the council dais slowly, his hands resting loosely behind his back.His expression was carefully measured…not smug, not cruel, but softened with just enough concern to pass as sincerity.“Max,” he said, voice pitched low, warm in a way that made my skin prickle. “You bore yourself with strength today. Not many could have faced such accusations and stood as you did. The council may not have seen it, but I did.”The corner of my mouth twitched, not into a smile but into something darker. “Strength doesn’t matter to them. Only fear.”Leonard raised his brow

Max’s POVI went back to the car and slammed the door shut so hard the frame rattled. My hands shook as I gripped the leather seat, Leonard’s smug smile burning in my vision like acid. My chest heaved too fast, too shallow. Every part of me screamed to turn back, to drag him out of his own skin, and watch him bleed on the council steps.My wolf was howling, battering the walls of my control. It's claws raked through my ribcage, pacing, furious , wanting blood.Go back. Rip him apart. Tear his throat out before he laughs at you again.I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing air in to my lungs, but it wasn’t enough. Rage filled me, suffocating, black and endless. My jaw hurt from clenching it, but the fury just kept climbing higher.“Max.”Ethan’s voice cut through the chaos. The only thing keeping me from breaking.I didn’t answer. I Couldn’t. My fists curled so tight my nails broke skin. Blood pricked at my palms but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough.“Look at me,” Ethan said again, sharp

Lana’s POVI don’t know how long I lay there.Time didn’t move the same in that place. The darkness swallowed everything. Leaving me with nothing but the thud of my own pulse and the scrape of chains whenever I shifted. My stomach ached. Gnawing at me from the inside but there was no window… no sliver of light to tell me if hours or whole days had passed. Just silence. Broken once in a while by the groan of the old cabin walls… like the building itself was tired of holding me.My throat burned raw. My lips cracked and bled when I tried to lick them. Every time I pulled against the restraints, my arms trembled so hard I thought they might give out. I refused to cry. I refused. But every second pressed heavier and heavier, whispering that maybe I’d already lost.The door creaked open.I shot upright, heart hammering, chains clinking loud in the quiet. He stepped inside…carrying a tray. The smell hit me before I saw what was on it. Meat, bread, and a cup of water so cold the condensatio