บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I had a dream.I knew it was a dream the moment it began. I was standing at the edge of a cliff—at least, I thought it was a cliff. The earth beneath my feet was solid enough, but there was something off about the sky. It was a shade of purple I had never seen before, thick with mist that seemed to pulse, like it was alive. The wind had a strange scent to it, metallic and damp, almost like iron. It made my skin crawl, and yet, I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the spot.I had no choice but to watch.A figure appeared before me, cloaked in shadow. The edges of the cloak were ragged, as if it had been torn apart by the winds of time itself. There was no face, just darkness beneath the hood, and for a moment, I thought I saw a pair of glowing eyes."Do you know where you are, Seraphina?" the voice said. It wasn’t a whisper, but it wasn’t loud either. It thrummed in the back of my mind, like the hum of a tuning fork vibrating in the air.I swallowed, but no words came."You will. Soon enou

The fire flickered in the center of our camp, casting erratic shadows against the trees. The smell of burning wood hung heavy in the air, a dull scent of something slipping away. Everything about this place felt wrong—too quiet, too tense, too brittle. A fragile moment before everything shattered.It didn’t help that I could still feel the weight of the Shadow Prophet’s voice in the back of my mind, like an echo I couldn’t escape. The stone circle had shifted something inside me, unlocking memories I hadn’t asked for—memories that didn’t belong to me. Sometimes, I could still hear the whisper: “It’s time.”What was that supposed to mean?I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly, trying to shake off the fear that clawed at the edges of my mind. The night had settled into an uneasy silence. It was the kind of quiet that warned you the storm was coming. That made every flicker of movement in the trees feel like a predator stalking its prey.Kieran sat across from me, his bro

The tension crackled in the air like static before a storm, thick and suffocating. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, gnawing away at my resolve. Everything we had fought for, everything I thought we were holding together, was slipping through my fingers. And it was all because of Cian and Caspian. They were standing across from each other, not speaking, but the way their bodies were locked in a silent standoff told me everything I needed to know. The crack in their bond had widened into a chasm, and I was the one stuck on the edge, watching it unravel. I didn’t know how it had come to this. I didn’t know when the line between them had begun to fray, but the moment I felt it, I tried to ignore it. I couldn’t afford to focus on their issues when the whole world was crumbling around us. But now, it was too late

  I should have known better. I should have trusted the chill creeping up my spine when the howl pierced the night. I should have recognized the warning in the air when the shadows shifted in the trees. But I didn’t. None of us did. I stood frozen, heart hammering in my chest, my mind racing with every possible outcome of what was about to happen. The air felt thick with anticipation, with the kind of tension that builds before a storm breaks. But this storm wasn’t natural. It was something darker. Something... deeper. Ronan was already in motion, his knife gripped tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning the shadows. Cian and Caspian stood beside him, each reading for whatever was to come. But I—

I didn’t know how long I had been running. Time had blurred, stretched into something distorted, as if the world had stopped spinning the moment Kieran disappeared. I could still feel the tremors in my chest, the fear eating away at me like a constant gnawing ache. The darkness of Ghostwood seemed to close in tighter with every step I took, every snap of a twig underfoot. The trees reached out like fingers, trying to pull me deeper into the shadows, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. He’s still out there. He has to be. I pushed that thought through my head like a mantra, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My feet were raw, my legs screaming in protest, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Kieran. The real Kieran. He was out there. I could feel it. But the further I ventured, the more my