All Chapters of A wife for the cursed alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lana’s POVMax’s forehead was still resting against mine. And the world felt very quiet. The air between us was thick. Almost heavy. Like the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for what came next… then he moved.His hand slid from my neck to cup my face. Both of his hands framing me now. His thumbs brushing softly over my cheeks. His fingers were big. Warm and a little rough. It was like he didn’t trust himself to grip too tight. His eyes searched mine like he was looking for permission for something. Anything that would tell him this was okay.I gave it to him the only way I could. I leaned forward the tiniest bit. Just enough that my nose brushed his.That was all it took.He kissed me.It didn’t begin gentle, it began like a breaking. The kind of kiss that sounds like something unclenching. Raw and immediate, and his mouth found mine like it had been searching through a long winter. He kissed with a hunger that startled me, baseline instincts and everything he'd held in fo

Max’s POVShe tried to smile. It was weak. It was barely there, but I saw it. I leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair from her face. I was careful not to touch her skin too roughly. “You’re awake.” I said, my voice soft and calm. “You’re awake now.”Her hand moved. Bushing the burn on my wrist gently. My muscles tensed at the touch, from the awareness of how small and tender she was. She scratched my shoulder lightly with a teasing motion. It was just enough to make me flinch and then snarl quietly under my breath.We both laughed a little. Not a full, free laugh but enough to crack the tension in the room. Just enough to remind us that we had survived. That we were still here. I let the wolf simmer quietly, coiled under my skin, satisfied for now because she was unharmed.We moved to breakfast slowly. Sitting across from each other at the small table. Nothing fancy, just some eggs, bread, and coffee. Simple food, simple fuel. But every bite, every sip, I watched her. Making su

Max’s POVI was Alpha. My wolf was strong, my bloodline stronger. Wounds never lingered on me this long.The thought hunted me as I left the chamber. As I climbed the narrow concrete steps until I emerged into open air. The night wind hit me. Cool against the sweat on my skin, but it didn’t calm me.The pain was spreading.By the time I reached my car. I couldn't even keep my claws from sliding out. My wolf became restless. It snarled under my skin. Not at Leonard this time but at the weakness in my body.I drove too fast back to the pack grounds. The world outside blurring past. Every turn of the wheel made my wrist flare white-hot, and I finallyI stopped outside the pack infirmary.I was half-wild with frustration.The pack doctor, Elias. He met me at the door, startled to see me there.“Alpha?” His brows pulled together. “What…”“My hand.” I held it out, letting him see the burn. “It hasn’t healed.”Elias took one look and his expression changed. Not fear exactly, but alertness, the

Max’s POVI hesitated for a while. But then tucked one into my belt. I might not need it. But I wouldn’t be caught unprepared.I laid everything out on the table in front of me. I made sure to check all twice.Every chain.Every cuff.Every blade.Slow. Careful. Exact.There could be no mistakes.Because this wasn’t just revenge. This wasn’t just punishment.This was survival.I wasn’t just doing this for me. I was doing this for Lana. I was doing this for the pack. I was doing this for the future that I refused. To let anyone steal from me.My wolf paced inside me. Growling low, its tail lashing like it wanted to run straight out into the night.Not yet, I told it.The wolf pressed harder. It claws scraping, jaws snapping. It wanted blood. It wanted to hunt. It wanted to feel the bones of the unknown man crunch between its teeth.Not yet.If I gave in now…if I let the rage take over, I might lose everything.So I breathed. Deep, slow and steady.I strapped the chains across my chest.

Max’s POVI moved without thinking. The forest blurred into a machine of motion, orders in my head, the rhythm of feet on dead leaves, Ethan’s quiet voice at my shoulder. Two wolves were already on him before I could speak. They were practiced, efficient: hands at his arms, a quick twist, a cuffing knot I knew by sound. They hauled him away from the tree like it was a rag, dragging his limbs, then dropping him on the hard ground on his back.“Check him,” I said. The words were short and flat. No mercy here. There was no room for it. Ethan’s wolf knelt, fingers moving with practiced speed. They were simple knots: rope looped, cinched, threaded through a cuff, another cuff, a tight twist. The gag went in slow and clean. There was a small, efficient cruelty in their work. Not for pleasure, but because clean work leaves no mistakes. No loose ends that could bleed answers out later.I kept my eyes on the man as they bound him. Even bound he tried to twist toward me, to spit whatever bravad