All Chapters of A wife for the cursed alpha : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Max’s POVAnother wolf came at my flank, it was fast, teeth flashing in the glow of the fire but my wolf was much faster. I dropped low, claws digging furrows in the floor, and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard. Before he could even roll, my jaws found the side of his neck. Bone met teeth, and I bit until I felt the crunch of cartilage. Hot copper filled my mouth, bitter and electric.Someone screamed. I didn’t care who did at that moment.This room had turned into a storm of fur and broken stuffs, a living nightmare painted in blood and swear and some amounts of furs on the floor. My claws ripped through the table that had been between Leonard and me. The fire pit hissed as parts of the wood was all over across the floor, making the air taste weird.Leonard moved like a predator who had done this before, he moved with panic, no wasted motion. He let the others hit me first, circling, waiting for an opening.I gave him one.I threw the dead wolf aside and charg

Max’s POVThe first thing I learned in that place was patience.Patience isn’t something you’re born with. It’s forged and beaten into you like iron in fire, pain, and hunger. I sat putting my back on the rough wall, with my wrists completely chained in these damn cuffs that bit deep into my skin until the damn smell of burnt flesh joined the smell of sweat and blood in the room. Every breath that I took in tasted like smoke and pine resin. Every sound echoed in my skull.I counted the guards using my sense of scent first. Four of them rotated in and out, two heavier on their feet, two who walked very quietly, with their toes tip-toeing. Well, it didn’t matter, they still smelled. One of them smoked, cheap tobacco that made my nose twitch. One of them had a trace of deer blood on him. Seemed they ate deer recently. The other two smelled of wet earth and anger. They weren’t here for fun. They were here for the chance to hurt me as long as Leonard snapped his fingers.I counted their st

Max’s POVThe room was too quiet.Not the good kind of quiet. It was actually the exact type of quiet that makes you feel like something is watching you.My heart kept beating so fast, I could hear it very loudly. Boom. Boom. Boom.My wolf was awake. Not calm. Not patient. Pacing back and forth inside me like a caged beast. I could almost feel its claws raking the inside of my ribs. It wanted out.The smell of silver was everywhere. It stung my nose and burned my throat. It was a sharp, bitter smell like hot metal and blood mixed together.My wrists hurt. No… more than hurt. They burned like someone was holding them against fire. The cuffs cut into my skin. Every time I moved, the chains made a cold, scraping sound on the floor.I looked at Lana.She was sitting close, but not too close. Her face was pale. Her lips were pressed tight like she was trying to keep from shaking. She was pretending to be strong for me and I could tell.But I could smell her pain.It was in the air. Faint

Max’s POVI felt so scared at that moment, I tried to not show it but my confidence had completely broken when Lana’s life became compromised.Then I heard it.A sound outside.Soft feet. Low growls. The sound of my pack.At first, it was faint, just a scrape of claws on dirt. Then it grew louder, closer. My wolf perked up, ears straining, tail lashing in my head.Leonard heard it too. I saw the change in his eyes. His smile faded.A slow grin spread over my own face. The plan had actually worked.“It's not too late. Let this not go too far.” I said, my voice low.Leonard frowned, confused.“Threatening me with her life, was the worst mistake you made” I took a step forward, very slowly, my claws still out. “You don’t own anything.”The front door exploded open.BAM!Wood shattered and flew everywhere. The air filled with growls. My pack rushed in like a wave of teeth and fur. Huge wolves, fur standing up, eyes glowing in the dark. They spread out fast, circling the room.Leonard’s fa

Lana’s POV“Because of you... I'm alive”The words came flying out of me before I could catch them. The room folded quiet around them. It felt like someone had pressed pause on the world.Max didn’t answer. He just watched me like he was trying to read the thing I couldn’t quite say. His fingers still curled around mine. They were warm and steady. But his shoulders…God…his shoulders were a tight coil. He sat like someone who’d been carrying too much for too long. And was only now finishing a shift that never seemed to end.The pack doctor had been here an hour earlier. The sharp and medicinal smell of alcohol wedged with crushed herbs still clung to the air. An odd clean scent. The linen scent and the faint burn of cigarette smoke. The small lamp threw a lazy circle of amber across the room. Everything else drowned into shadow and soft edges. The curtains were drawn close. But I still could hear the city breathing beyond them.Max sat in the chair by the bed. He was close enough that