《ALPHA'S CURSED MATE 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

I knew it was from him before I even opened it.The seal wasn’t wax—it was dried blood. Cracked and dark, shaped into the crescent mark I’d seen only once before, carved into a dying wolf’s back. The memory of it came sharp and fast, like a slap to the face.It was left at the base of my door. No scent trail. No magic residue. No signs of entry. Just the letter and the sick pull in my gut that told me this time, it wasn’t a threat.It was a message. A personal one.Kieran saw it first. He was halfway down the hallway when he stopped, his whole body going tense. I crouched down and picked it up."Don’t touch that," he said sharply.I looked up. "Too late."He crossed the distance in a few strides, gaze locked on the seal. “That’s blood.”"I noticed."He glanced at me, then back at the letter like it might bite. "We need the seer. And Caspian. Maybe even a priest.""We need answers," I said. I snapped the seal.The parchment was rough, brittle at the edges. Aged in a way that made me th

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with all of this. The power, the burning weight of it in my veins, it was all too much. Too raw. Like something I was supposed to carry, but the edges kept catching on everything around me. Every step I took, I felt it pushing against the skin, pushing out the pieces of me I wasn’t ready to lose. I wanted to scream. But the only sound I could make was silence. I isolated myself. The fortress felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pressing down, the eyes of my pack, my Alphas, watching me like I was a flame that might ignite anything near me. And maybe I was. In the dead of night, I walked the halls, the ones where no one went. There was no one there. Just the sound of my own footsteps. The familiar ache in my chest. The mark pulsed beneath my skin, a constant hum that kept me awake. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand how I could feel so much power and yet be so empty. Like I’d crossed into a place where I didn’t know who I w

Some part of me knew walking into that council chamber was a mistake. I felt it in my gut—the heaviness behind my ribs, the twitch in my fingers like the magic was already waiting for a reason. A spark. A trigger. Something to light the fuse. Caspian had wanted me to delay. Said whatever we found in the ruins could wait. But the Council summoned me, and when the Council summons you, you show up—power surging or not. They didn’t like delays. They liked obedience. I’d never been good at that. The chamber was cold. Stone walls, high ceiling, no warmth. Just judgment. The Elders sat in their thrones like carved statues, robes too pristine, expressions too blank. Except for Elder Thorne. His smile always made me want to bare my teeth. Kieran stood to my right. Ronan is to my left. Caspian stayed near the entrance, arms crossed, unreadable. Cian hadn’t come. Said he’d punch someone if they looked at me wrong. Honestly? I would’ve welcomed it. "Seraphina Nightbane," Elder Thorne said

They found her just after sunrise. Standing barefoot at the ward line like she belonged there. No blood. No weapons. No threat in her stance. But something in the air shifted the moment she stepped across the barrier—like the earth itself held its breath. She wore a simple gray cloak, hood down, white braid hanging over one shoulder. Her eyes were the first thing I noticed—pale gold, but not like a wolf’s. Lighter. Brighter. Unsettling. She didn’t flinch when Caspian and Kieran blocked her path, both flanking her in seconds with a kind of silent, feral precision. “I’m not here to fight,” she said. Her voice was clear, accented—but old. Like a dialect that didn’t exist anymore. “Then explain why you crossed into Alpha territory without invitation,” Kieran growled, not bothering with pleasantries. She tilted her head. “Because the one I’m looking for doesn’t know who she is. Yet.” My chest went tight. She turned slowly—and looked right at me. “You have your mother’s defiance.”

I didn’t scream when the dagger pierced my side. I didn’t flinch. I just turned. And I saw his face—the assassin who’d slipped past two outer guards and a warded corridor to stab me inside my own damn home. His hands trembled. Mine didn’t. Maybe that should’ve scared me more. Two hours earlier, I was standing on the overlook above the fortress gardens, reading that cursed message again. The scroll that claimed to know what my child would become. The warning no one else had seen yet. We know who your child will be. It shouldn’t have hit so hard. I wasn’t even sure I could have children. The bond was unnatural. The magic even more so. But the message felt too precise to be just a bluff. And the fact that it came with the black-sealed insignia—the one not even Ronan recognized—told me it was more than politics. It was personal. Someone out there knew something I didn’t. About the future. About me. That should’ve been my warning. But instead, I went to the council chamber lik