Semua Bab A wife for the cursed alpha : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Max’s POVThe council broke apart in chaos, their voices still ringing in my ears long after the chamber emptied. Alphas drifted out in clusters, their cloaks brushing stone floors, their whispers sharp enough to cut. Some muttered like cowards behind half-turned shoulders.Some didn’t even bother to hide it. Their eyes slid over me… sharp and judging. Every glance stung, like they’d already decided I’d failed. My fists curled tight, nails biting into my skin. They were wasting the time we didn’t have.I pushed through the massive doors before the High Elder even finished his last word. The air outside was a bit cold against my face, yet my blood boiled hotter with every step. They wanted me to wait, to deliberate, to move like wolves shackled in ceremony. But I wasn’t going to wait while she…“Max.”The voice slid in smooth, low, too calm for the storm raging in me. Leonard’s feet clicked against the stone as he caught up, his long stride unhurried, his composure too perfect. Always

Max’s POVThe night wrapped the forest in a heavy, cold silence, air biting at my skin. The pale moon struggled through the tangled branches, but still… it didn’t feel right. The woods… they had a weight to them, pressing in, felt off, too quiet, too heavy, like it was watching me, too quiet, too alive. Like they were watching.The leaves broke under my steps as I followed, soggy and uneven, scattering as my boots pressed into the damp earth. Ethan stayed near my side, his nerves rolling off him until they sank into me too. The woods were quiet but sharp, like they were daring me to slip. Each crack, each snap, made my chest squeeze tight, my heartbeat kicking up in my ears.I had sent different units out in every direction, but this group had tugged at me. My chest still burned from the council meeting, from the thought of Lana slipping further from me with every wasted second.“Alpha,” one of the scouts whispered ahead, his voice tight with restraint, “we picked up something earlier

Max’s POVThat was the final straw. Her eyes widened in shock as my hand tightened around her throat. The bass from the club thudded through me, but all I could focus on was her gasp... the rough, desperate sound of air catching in her throat.“You think I feel like playing games right now?”I muttered it under my breath, just for her. Her perfume… it was thick, clinging, almost too much. She came closer to me, her skin bare, like she was trying to patch up something that had nothing to do with her. Around us, people laughed, shouted… didn’t notice a thing.The lights painted everything in flashes of red and blue, but all I saw was her neck beneath my hand and Lana’s face burning in the back of my skull.The girl clawed at my wrist, legs shifting as panic started to kick in. She wasn’t Lana… She wasn’t even close. And yet she had dared to reach for me, dared to think I could be distracted.My grip tightened.I could end this. One twist, one jerk, and her breath would never come back.

Lana’s POVHe never blinked, his eyes never softened. He kept his gaze fixed on me. claws digging in, unrelenting. His words dripped with venom, but under the rage I caught something else…old wounds, something that had been festering for years.“I've quietly waited” He said, in a low, tough voice that sounded like anger had been running through his whole vein into his very being. “Do you know how many nights I stood in the shadows, watching him? Max, the golden heir. Max, the untouchable. Walking with his head high, commanding men, adored by his pack. I watched him laugh with friends, fight alongside brothers, feast in the halls his father built from the ashes of my life. Every smile on his face was a knife in mine. Every victory he claimed was another nail driven into my mother’s coffin.”He stepped back, jaw tight like it was about to crack, pacing a few steps before his eyes swung back to mine. “I thought… Maybe fate would punish him for me. Maybe he’d stumble, maybe the pack woul

Lana’s POVFear twisted in my gut at the thought. I wasn’t a warrior like Max, not a seasoned fighter. But I wasn’t helpless either. I was Max’s wife.And I refused to be his weakness.If I let despair root itself in me now, I’d never get out. Survival demanded motion. I was trying my very best to catch my breath, my mind sharpening. To him, I meant nothing… nothing but bait, a sacrifice waiting to be thrown to the wolves.But I wasn’t just going to sit here and wait.I stood up carefully, feeling the ache in my muscle drag on with every movement, each bruise spread like shadows across my arms and ribs. I tested the rope around my wrists again, it was very tight, but not impossible. The fibers had cut into my skin from hours of struggling, but they’d loosened a fraction with every twitch. My captor had been confident, but over confidence made people careless.I observed the room slowly… The walls were made of stones, and there was only a single barred window, too high to reach. The doo