Semua Bab ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.Not after the fire. Not after the look in Cian’s eyes when he made that vow—to burn the world down for me.I heard that kind of promise before. From men who didn’t understand what it meant. But with Cian... it wasn't bluster. It was bone-deep. And terrifying in a way that had nothing to do with bloodshed.By sunrise, the eastern wall was secured, and the pack’s healers worked tirelessly. No one had died, but we came damn close. Too close. And the whispers were already starting again—about magic, betrayal, and bloodlines that shouldn't have existed. About me.But for once, I wasn’t the only one they were watching.I found Cian near the old stables behind the main lodge, crouched by the trough, washing blood off his arms. His shirt was discarded on the ground, soaked through. Even from a distance, I could see the bruising. Purple, mean, and fresh.He didn’t hear me approach. Or if he did, he didn’t care.“You should be resting,” I said, voice softer than I inte

I knew the moment he started shutting me out.Cian didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. It was in the way he avoided my gaze, the way he stiffened when I entered the room, and how he flinched when my fingers grazed his skin by accident. The ache he hid wasn’t just physical anymore. It was something darker. Deeper. A wound that bled quietly beneath the surface.And I didn’t know how to stop the bleeding.He was healing—at least on the outside. The gash across his ribs was closed. The bruises on his spine had faded to an ugly yellow. He could sit up now, even walk, if he pushed through the pain.But every step I took toward him felt like it pushed us farther apart.The others didn’t talk about it. They didn’t have to. Their eyes said enough. Whispers followed us through the pack halls—about the southern visitors, the old bloodline reawakening, the strange way Cian’s injuries healed faster than they should’ve.And me.Always me.Whispers about the girl with cursed blood and a body cou

I felt it in the air before anyone spoke—the stillness before a storm, the collective breath held too long. The courtyard was packed, the weight of too many gazes pressing down on me like a vice.They had gathered for me.Kieran stood to my right, eyes sharp and posture rigid, his presence screaming protection. Cian flanked my left, the bruises from his last fight still purpling beneath his shirt, jaw tight like he was ready to take another blow if it meant keeping me upright.But the real heat came from the Alphas—the most powerful wolves across the regions—arrayed in a semi-circle around me like a damn tribunal, all with different histories, rivalries, blood-stained hands, and hidden agendas. Yet today, they showed their teeth for me."She didn’t ask for this," Kieran growled, breaking the silence.Alpha Rhoswen, the towering matriarch of the Silverpine Pack, cocked her head at him. "No, but she owns it now, whether she likes it or not."The murmurs that followed weren’t entirely su

They came with banners and promises. And they came with blades.The first to arrive were from the Hollowpine Pack, led by a female Alpha with a voice like broken glass and a reputation twice as sharp. Her name was Idris, and she stood on my doorstep before sunrise, her eyes shadowed by the hood of her slate-gray cloak.“We stand with you, Seraphina,” she said simply, but it was the way she said it—like she’d just laid her throat bare to a loaded rifle—that knocked the air from my lungs.Behind her, warriors waited. Not many. A dozen, maybe fifteen. But they smelled of loyalty and old blood oaths. And in this world, that meant everything.Cian didn’t speak when he stepped beside me. He didn’t need to. I could feel the tension in his body like a wire drawn taut. He watched the warriors behind Idris like a wolf counting threats.I slipped my hand into his and gave the slightest squeeze. Not for comfort—he wouldn’t want that. Just a reminder:

They came under the banner of peace. That should’ve been my first warning.The Alpha Regent of Stormfen entered with his advisors dressed in ceremonial black—not the traditional silver of summit negotiations. Black meant mourning, but none of them had lost anyone. Yet.I stood at the head of the long table inside the war room, with Kieran beside me and the rest of the loyal Alphas seated in tense silence. The weight of the last forty-eight hours sat heavy in the air—restless, bitter, bristling. Packs had drawn lines. Sides were chosen. And all that was left now was whether anyone still wanted to talk instead of bleed.“Alpha Regent Cael,” I said, nodding stiffly as he approached. “You made good time.”His mouth curved, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “War doesn’t wait, Seraphina. Neither should its solutions.”Kieran didn’t move, but I felt his body tense beside mine like a trigger half-pulled.“I take it you came to discuss terms?