All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The world was spinning.The Prophet stood there in the shadows, that maddening smile still stretched across his face like a sickness. A twisted grin that taunted me more than it should’ve. His presence was suffocating, a dark cloud clinging to every inch of the air around us. And in that moment, I understood the price of survival.I could feel it, the deep, gnawing ache in my bones, a constant reminder that the price of my existence had already been paid. Each of my past mates had paid the ultimate price to keep me alive, to make sure I was here for this—this war, this moment, this impossible task.I’d always known what the cost of living with this curse was. I’d always understood that I was tethered to destruction in a way no one else could fathom. But now... now I wasn’t sure I could live with the weight of it any longer.“Seraphina.” The Prophet’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and smooth. “You still believe you can fight fate. That you can outwit it, outrun it. You’re too

I hadn’t meant to confront him, not then, not after everything that had happened. But the words were already on the tip of my tongue, desperate to be said. They hovered between us like a silent storm, threatening to break the fragile thread that held us together.Ronan stood by the fire, his back turned to me, his shoulders stiff. He didn’t need to look at me to know what was coming. He could feel the tension building between us, the quiet rage swirling in the air.“You’re hiding something,” I said, my voice low but sharp, cutting through the night. “I can feel it.”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn around. His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.“You’ve known him longer than I have, haven’t you?” I took a step closer, the words tumbling out now, faster than I could stop them. “You’ve known the Prophet all along. You’ve had a past with him.”A tense silence fell. Ronan didn’t answer, didn’t give any indication that he even hea

I awoke with a start, my breath coming in short gasps, the weight of the dream lingering in my chest like a phantom touch. For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe—my mind still caught in the fragments of that vision. The howl from before, the distant, eerie cry, now faded to silence in my waking world, but the image burned into my mind. The Prophet. Not the man I’d come to fear, not the shadowed figure pulling strings from the darkness. No, in that moment, he was someone else entirely.I ran my hands over my face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, but they refused to dissipate. That young face. The innocence in his eyes, the fear... He wasn’t the monster I knew him to be. He wasn’t the manipulator who pulled everyone into his web.I could still hear his voice in my head, pleading, begging for something I couldn’t quite place. The desperation had been raw, unfiltered—a man who wasn’t the orchestrator of destruction, but

The battle raged around me, chaos incarnate. The air was thick with the clash of metal and flesh, the growls and roars of beasts too horrible to comprehend. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to do whatever it took to survive. But I couldn’t stop looking at him.Caspian.He was fighting with everything he had, his body a blur of strength and grace, but even I could see it—he was slipping. The creature the Prophet had unleashed, that monstrous abomination, was like nothing we’d ever faced. It moved like liquid shadow, its claws tearing through the air with deadly precision. Every time Caspian struck, it dodged, retaliating with brutal force.I fought, too—my own power thrumming through me, the energy of the blood moon feeding the magic I could barely control. But every time I looked at Caspian, my heart stuttered in my chest. He was my anchor, my calm in the storm. I couldn’t lose him. Not like this.Another scream pierced the night as th

The Prophet stood there, bathed in the blood-red light of the moon, his shadow long and twisted against the earth. His grin was a mockery of victory, a sickeningly familiar expression I had come to know far too well. He was always one step ahead, always the puppet master pulling the strings.But this time, the strings were mine.I didn’t hesitate.The air crackled around me, a palpable charge of energy that pulsed in the space between us. The power surged within me, familiar and terrifying, a tempest I could barely control. But this time, I wasn’t running from it. I wasn’t afraid of it.I stepped forward, my eyes never leaving his. “You think you’ve won,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm building inside me. “But you’ve only been playing into my hands.”His smile faltered, just for a fraction of a second. But it was enough. I could see it—the crack in his armor, the brief flicker of uncertainty. He wasn’t as invincible as he thoug