All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The first time Kieran kissed me, it wasn’t gentle.It wasn’t soft or slow or filled with hesitant pauses the way it might’ve been in a different life, a different story—one where love came easy and fate wasn’t so damn cruel.It was fierce. Desperate. Like he was trying to shove everything he felt into that moment because he didn’t want to feel any of it to begin with.And maybe I kissed him back because I didn’t want to feel it either.I’d gone to the ruins for space. Not the official ones, not the places Council elders used to offer prayers to whatever gods they claimed had teeth. This was older. More private. A collapsed circle of stones in the north woods—halfforgotten, halfswallowed by vines, and marked only by the silence that lived there.That silence had become a kind of comfort.At least until I heard footsteps.Heavy. Deliberate. Someone who wasn’t trying to sneak up on me. Someone who wanted to be heard.I didn’t turn around.“I figured you'd wait a little longer before chec

The kiss still lingered on my lips when everything started falling apart.Shouting in the halls. Footsteps thundering toward us. Magic tingling sharp beneath my skin like it had been waiting for an excuse to rise. And Kieran—God, Kieran—he was still close enough to feel the heat of him when Caspian’s voice broke through:“They’re here for her.”I thought he’d hold on. That after everything—after that night, that kiss, that moment—he’d stay.But I should’ve known better.Because the second I stepped toward the fight, Kieran stepped away.We fought side by side.Our movements were tight. Efficient. Every swing of his blade was backed by instinct. Every pulse of my magic was controlled—barely.They weren’t just wolves. They were trained, fast, and brutal. Halfmasked and halfmaddened, loyal to someone with enough power to organize an ambush on sacred territory.Whoever sent them didn’t want me dead.They wanted me taken.That was the worst part.Because they weren’t aiming to kill.They w

Love was never supposed to feel like this—like something raw and blood-soaked, forged in fire and fear.But then again, neither was I.And neither was he.Kieran didn’t speak until the door clicked shut behind Kael.The emissaries were downstairs. The house buzzed with tension like it had grown veins, pumping unease through every corridor.And yet, he just stood there beside me, his chest still rising and falling like he hadn’t quite come down from the fight. From the kiss.From us.“I need to tell you something,” he said finally, his voice rough. “Before they tear everything apart.”I turned toward him slowly. The moonlight painted him in silver and shadow. His expression wasn’t the fierce Alpha mask he wore in battle. It was something else. Raw. Unarmored.“Kieran?”He didn’t answer at first. Just walked to the edge of the room and leaned against the window ledge, fingers gripping it like he was bracing for impact.And maybe he was.“I don’t believe in love.”It wasn’t the kind of s

Death came without warning—no roar, no battle cry, just the sudden snap of air and the scent of burning ash.I didn't even have time to scream.One moment, I was holding the scroll with the High Circle's death sentence branded into parchment. Next, the sky cracked open with flame.The explosion hit the outer wall of the estate like a meteor strike, shaking the stone foundation beneath our feet. Dust plumed around us. Alarms howled. Kieran shoved me behind him instinctively, eyes shifting gold, his wolf clawing for control.Kael was already moving, barking orders to the guards as the scent of iron and fire seeped into the halls.And then—through the choking haze—I saw him.Cian.Bloodied. Limping. Holding up a collapsing beam with one arm while dragging someone behind him.“Get down!” he roared, just as another blast hit the courtyard and the world tilted sideways.We ducked beneath the overhang as shards of debris showered down. My ears rang, vision was spotty from the smoke. Kieran w

They called it a meeting.But what it waswhat it always became, was a trial.I stood near the back of the war hall, arms crossed, the scent of blood and smoke still clinging to my clothes from the ambush the night before. Cian sat in the center, back straight, his jaw set like stone. He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Not mine. Not Kieran’s. And not the elders pacing the raised platform.The pack was tense. Too tense. Like the silence before a storm rips the sky open.“You should be in bed,” I whispered under my breath, stepping closer to him.He didn’t look at me, just shook his head once. “They’re questioning my strength. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken.”“They saw you take a blade through the ribs and still stand. If they call that weakness, then they’re blind.”His mouth twitched at that. Almost a smile. Almost.Council Elder Merek’s voice cracked through the air. “Cian of the Crescent Moon, you were appointed Beta because of your lineage and your servic