All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The ground trembled beneath me, and for a heartbeat, I thought everything around us was about to collapse. The light that had once held the world together shattered, replaced by a blackness so complete that it seemed to swallow the air itself. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as the weight of what had just happened crushed me.The Prophet had chosen.And it wasn’t the choice I had hoped for.I had thought, for just a moment, that he might come with me—might help me fix what was broken. But instead, his eyes, wide with terror, locked onto mine as his final words echoed in the air.“No, not again.”The words had come out in a strangled gasp, full of hopelessness, as though even the smallest chance of redemption had been ripped away from him.His gaze flickered to the darkness swirling around us, then back to me. There was nothing left but resignation, and in that moment, I saw him clearly for the first time: not as the monster, th

The wind howled through the trees, the cold bite of the mountain air cutting through my cloak as I stood at the edge of the clearing. Below me, the Black Moon Pack’s territory stretched out, its familiar terrain now taking on a new weight. A new meaning.I had come full circle.The weight of the title pressed on my shoulders like a stone, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. There were no more hesitations, no more doubts. I had crossed the threshold into a new world, and I wasn’t sure what lay on the other side. But one thing was clear—there was no going back. I was no longer the outcast. The cursed one.I was the Alpha Queen.Seraphina, the Bondbreaker, the one who had shattered the bonds that had once held us all together. But what did that make me now? Who was I, really?I had been so focused on survival—on breaking free from the chains that had bound me—that I hadn’t given much thought to what would come after. Now, standing here on the precipic

The moment the Prophet spoke, it felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted, a tremor running through the very core of everything I had worked to rebuild. The Alphas, the ones I had just chosen, had all turned to face the new threat, the new complication, and I could see the fear in their eyes. But there was something else too—something that felt like a warning. We had just started to rebuild, to forge something new, and yet here he was, reappearing like a shadow that wouldn’t let go.His appearance, though unsettling, wasn’t the thing that caused the shift. It was the question he asked. “Did you think you could rewrite destiny?”His voice was ragged, hollow, as if the very weight of the world had crushed him down into something unrecognizable. His eyes were dark, no longer filled with malice, but with something far worse—emptiness.I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest, as I tried to make sense of the figure before me. The Prop

The air felt different. Lighter. The tension I had carried for so long was slowly beginning to ebb away, but the weight of the world was still there, pressing against my chest. We had rebuilt—yes. We had fought for this moment, for this fragile peace, but even in the quiet aftermath of the battle, the world wasn’t still. The ground beneath us shifted, ever restless, and so did I.The pack was in the process of healing, but my thoughts kept returning to Cian’s words. “I want to live for you.” The declaration had left me with more than a flutter in my chest. It had unsettled me in a way that I wasn’t sure I was ready to confront.But there was no time to think about that. Not now. Not when Kieran was walking toward me with that determined look in his eyes, the same one he wore when he was about to make a decision that no one could undo.There was something different in his expression today, though. A quiet confidence, an air of finality that made my hea

The howl still echoed through the trees, but now, it was nothing like the first one. The urgency had shifted. The tension in the air had grown thicker, more palpable. It was as if something—someone—was out there, waiting for us to make our next move.I stood there, the journal still clutched tightly in my hand, my breath catching in my chest as I tried to process everything that had just been laid out before me. Cian’s words had opened a door I wasn’t ready to walk through, and yet, here I was, standing on the threshold.The weight of his confession hung heavily between us, but I wasn’t given time to dwell on it, to process what it meant for me, for us. The howl—closer now—reminded me that there was no time to think about what we hadn’t said yet.Ronan stepped forward, his presence familiar but different. There was something about the way he moved, the way he looked at me, that felt like he had something important to say. Something beyond the chaos of