All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The howl still rang in the distance, its eerie call reverberating through the trees, seeping into the very bones of the land. But it wasn’t the howl that had my attention. It was something else—a feeling I couldn’t shake, like a weight pressing against my chest, suffocating me, pulling at the edges of my thoughts. Betrayal. The word kept repeating in my mind, a dark echo that had been growing louder in recent days. The Prophet wasn’t the true threat. Not anymore. I had come to understand that, even in the wake of everything that had happened. The real danger wasn’t some external force waiting in the shadows—it was something far closer. Something far more insidious. It was already inside the pack. I turned from the horizon, my hand still resting on my belly, where the child grew stronger each day. The future—my future—was uncertain, but one thing was clear: whatever happened next, I wasn’t going to face it blind. I wou

Alden’s eyes were cold, filled with something darker than mere hatred—something more dangerous, like the calm before a storm that could tear everything apart. He hadn’t moved from his spot in the doorway, blocking the only exit, and the weight of the room pressed down on me like an invisible hand. I could feel the air thickening with the threat of violence, the danger that was so palpable I could almost taste it.“You’ve uncovered too much,” Alden said, his voice a whisper now, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine. “You should have left things alone. The Council has done what was necessary. What was required.”I stood frozen, my heart hammering in my chest, my mind racing, but my body betrayed me—it didn’t move. I couldn’t decide if I was too terrified or too numb to react. The truth I had uncovered—the documents that revealed how they had orchestrated the deaths of Rian, Kieran, and Caspian—still sat in my mind, clouding everything else.“How dare you,”

The silence was suffocating. It weighed down on us in the aftermath of the informant’s death, the echo of the blade’s strike still ringing in my ears. Caspian’s wound bled freely, his hand trembling as he pressed it against the gash in his side, trying to staunch the flow of blood that seemed endless. His face was pale, and though he was still standing, the strain was evident in his every movement. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The truth I had uncovered—the conspiracy that had been hidden under layers of lies—was far worse than I had imagined. The Council, Alden, they had planned this. They had manipulated everything, even the deaths of my mates, and now they were trying to pull us into their web of lies and betrayal. The informant was dead. But Alden was still here, his icy gaze never leaving me, as if calculating his next move. But it wasn’t him I had to worry about anymore. “Seraphina,” Caspian rasped, his voice strained, “Get away f

The explosion was more than just a sound. It was a force, a shockwave that shook the very air around us. The ground beneath me trembled, my heart pounding in my chest as the deafening roar echoed through the night. The walls of the tent buckled, the fabric tearing as smoke and debris filled the air. The smell of sulfur and burning wood choked my lungs, my instincts screaming at me to move, to survive, to run. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.Kieran’s blood still stained the earth, Caspian’s betrayal still hung thick in the air, and Alden—Alden—was still standing there, watching me with that cold, arrogant satisfaction in his eyes.I couldn’t let them win.The smoke cleared enough for me to see the silhouette of Alden’s retreating figure in the distance, moving swiftly toward the edge of camp. He was trying to escape. But I couldn’t let him get away. I wouldn’t let him.“Kieran!” I screamed, my voice raw with the shock and panic coursing through me. But there was n

The air around me was thick with the smell of blood. The metallic tang clung to my skin, sinking deep into my clothes as I tried to steady Ronan, his body trembling beneath my touch. His breath was ragged, a weak, desperate gasp that barely seemed enough to keep him alive. The wound in his side was too deep, and though I had tried—God, I had tried—to stem the flow, it was obvious: He didn’t have much time left.And I? I had no answers.We were surrounded by the chaos of the battle, the distant sounds of conflict ringing in the air as my heart hammered painfully in my chest. I had left everything behind. The pack was struggling, and I had no choice but to focus on this—on him.“Ronan,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Stay with me. Please, stay with me. Don’t leave me.”His eyes fluttered open, his pupils dilated with pain, but he still managed to look at me. That deep, unwavering calm was still in his eyes, despite the blood dripping fr