All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

  The silence felt like a punch to the gut. Everything had stopped—just like that. The world went quiet. The storm of energy I had unleashed faded, leaving behind only the weight of what I’d done. I could feel my body trembling, my breath shallow and ragged, my mind swirling in a fog. What had I just done? What had I become? My hands were shaking, but I could hardly feel them. My vision blurred, my thoughts scattered. Every piece of me was stretched to the breaking point. The power, the raw, untamed force I had let loose—it had taken control of me. And now I was left to pick up the pieces. “Seraphina.” Ronan’s voice cut through the fog. His presence was like a tether pulling me back toward reality, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. 

  I could feel it—him—the weight of his presence behind me. The air seemed to thicken, pressing in on me from all sides. My breath quickened, but my feet didn’t move. I couldn’t move. It was as if my body had gone still in fear of what I might do. A sound broke through the oppressive silence—the soft crunch of leaves underfoot, the unmistakable sound of someone approaching. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel Ronan’s energy, his presence, reaching for me even before I saw him. “Seraphina.” His voice was calm, but there was something underneath it. Something that cracked with an emotion I couldn’t place. Concern? Worry? Fear? I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.

  I could feel his eyes on me. Heavy, pressing into my back as if they could reach through my skin and rip out my soul. The air around me was thick with tension, suffocating, pushing me deeper into the shadows of my own doubts. I knew what he was going to ask before he said it. Kieran always did that—knew exactly what to say to pull the rug out from under me. His voice came low, but the sharpness of it cut through the silent night air like a blade. “Do you still trust us, Seraphina?” I froze. The words hit harder than I expected, like a punch to the gut. I had been trying to avoid them, trying to outrun them for so long, but now they were here—right in front of me. I couldn’t pretend anymore. Not with him standing there, his eyes burning through me.&n

  The silence between us was suffocating. I could feel it, thick in the air, pulling tighter with every passing second. My heartbeat was too loud, my breath shallow, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my chest. The events of the past few days—the revelations, the betrayals—had left me raw, exposed. And yet, as much as I tried to hold everything in, it all felt so fragile, so easily shattered. I kept my distance, my body rigid, my every muscle fighting against the desire to collapse under the pressure. The blade, still in my hand, felt like a lifeline. A reminder of what had happened, what was still happening. The Prophet had given me this—this weight, this curse, this truth—but it was one I had never wanted. I could hear footsteps approaching from behind, slow and deliberate, like the sound of inevitability

  The tension between us was unbearable. Every word seemed to add weight to the air, pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. The group had gathered again, but the distance between us felt as vast as an ocean. Kieran, Caspian, Ronan—my Alphas. The people I had trusted more than anyone else. But now, with the weight of the Prophet’s influence hanging over us, nothing felt certain anymore. The fire crackled in the middle of the camp, the flames flickering in the dark, casting long shadows across our faces. But it wasn’t the firelight that illuminated our faces. It was fear. And doubt. “We have to move first,” Cian’s voice broke through the silence, low but commanding, like the calm before a storm. “We can’t afford to wait. The Prophet’s influence is growing. We strike before he co