All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The pendant wouldn’t stop pulsing.It throbbed against my thigh with this slow, rhythmic pressure that felt too alive for something made of metal. Like it had a heartbeat—or worse, like it was trying to sync with mine. I kept pretending I didn’t notice, kept brushing it off like a trick of nerves or trauma or grief. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t any of those things.Something had changed.Cian’s pendant had been quiet until we stepped into that clearing. Until we stood inside that ring of scorched earth and runes drawn in blood. Something ancient stirred when he disappeared, and now this little piece of him buzzed like it had something to say.I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think straight. I just kept walking the halls like a ghost, letting the fortress swallow my footsteps while everyone else tried to move on.They didn’t say it aloud, but I saw it in their eyes—Kieran, Ronan, even Caspian. They were already preparing themselves for the worst.Preparing for the moment we found a body i

Trust is louder when it shatters.The quiet that followed my demand for the truth wasn’t the calm before a storm—it was the storm. The kind that settles over everything with oppressive weight, daring you to breathe wrong.Kieran didn’t move. He stood there in the wreckage of my room—the broken mirror, the cracked chair, the truth still hanging between us like a loaded weapon—and waited for me to say something else. Anything.But what do you say after finding out the person who claimed to protect you had been keeping the most important truth locked behind his teeth?I turned away first.Not because I forgave him.But because I was afraid of what I might do if I kept looking at him.I hated that I still wanted to reach for him. Hated that the part of me that used to trust him still leaned in.“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I said quietly.Kieran exhaled through his nose. “Then believe in what you feel.”“I don’t even know what that is right now,” I snapped. “I feel betrayed, I

Pain doesn’t whisper. It roars.My side screamed with every shallow breath, and my vision kept dipping at the edges, like the world was trying to fade me out. But I refused. I clenched my teeth, pushed harder into Caspian’s shoulder as he carried me through the fortress gates, and held on to consciousness like it owed me something.Because I needed to feel this.The pain. The betrayal. The loss.If I let any of it go numb, I was afraid I’d lose myself with it.They didn’t speak as we passed—our wolves, our guards—but they watched. All of them. The Alpha’s traitor on Kieran’s shoulder. My blood was soaking through Caspian’s shirt. Me half-dead and still somehow at the center of a prophecy none of us had asked for.I hated their stares. Hated how quiet they were.I wanted to scream: I’m still standing. I’m still fighting.But the moment we got inside, I let myself sag into the cot in the infirmary, the adrenaline fading, the cold edge of fear settling into my spine.“You should’ve let m

I didn't sleep that night. Not a wink. Not even a blink.Sleep required silence, and my head was full of noise—memories, questions, regrets. Echoes of Ronan's voice and that damning message: She was never meant to be controlled. Only broken.And now Cian. Alive. But not the Cian I remembered.He hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t reached for Ronan. Hadn’t even tried to escape. Just stood there like a shadow wearing his skin.I sat on the edge of my bed until sunrise, staring at the pendant in my hand. It no longer pulsed. As if his presence, even fractured, had stilled the bond entirely. Or worse—snapped it.What did it mean that I couldn’t feel him anymore? Did it mean the bond had ended—or that something worse had claimed him, severing the connection I once believed unbreakable? I didn’t want to say it out loud, but the truth was a whisper in my ear now: Maybe you’ve already lost him.I wrapped my fingers around the pendant so tightly that it bit into my palm. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted somet

They didn’t ask if I was ready.They just summoned me.By sunrise, a runner had delivered the sealed notice to my door—no greeting, no warmth, just formality dressed as respect. The Council was calling me in. Again. But this time, there would be no allies standing beside me. No Kael. No Kieran. No one to buffer the tension or translate the veiled threats into something softer.Just me.And them.I dressed in silence, pulling on my cleanest gear. Not ceremonial—nothing that would give them the satisfaction of seeing me dressed up like a puppet. But not battle-worn either. I refused to give them anything to pick apart.My boots were stiff. My hands were steady. My gut wasn’t.I paused at the door. Took a breath. Not deep. Just enough to feel like I still had control over something.Then I walked.The hall leading to the chamber was too quiet. My footsteps echoed off the stone, each one a countdown I didn’t want to finish. A guard opened the door before I could touch it. Not a word spoke