All Chapters of ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I couldn’t breathe. Kieran’s words echoed in my mind like a death knell, a warning I wasn’t prepared for. Lysandra. The name twisted through my thoughts, snarled itself in every corner of my brain until there was nothing but the taste of bile in my throat. Lysandra. The woman I had once trusted. The woman I thought I knew. “You—” I couldn’t finish the thought, my voice trailing off into the howling wind that seemed to grow louder around us. “How do you know her name? How can you possibly—” But Kieran didn’t answer me. His head hung low, his shoulders shaking with each labored breath. I reached out to him, my hand trembling as I placed it on his arm, trying to steady him. But he jerked back violently, as if my touch burned h

I woke up gasping, my chest tight and my mind still caught in the remnants of the dream. It felt as though the world had folded in on itself, the edges of reality blurring into something darker, something I didn’t want to face. The air was thick with the scent of earth and wet leaves, the heavy quiet of the forest pressing against my ears. I had been dreaming again, but this time, it wasn’t just visions of the future or fractured glimpses of what could be. It was memories. Old memories. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake the lingering weight of the dream. The camp was still quiet around me, the others sleeping, their breathing steady in the darkness. But I couldn’t shake the sense of unease, the feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced around, but there was no one. Only the trees, the shadows, the sound of my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. 

I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. The shadows had deepened, wrapping themselves tighter around us, and the fire flickered erratically, casting long, twisted shadows across the ground. The growl had barely faded when the air seemed to freeze, the space around us growing colder by the second. I could feel it in my bones, the heavy weight of the moment, the pulse of something dark and ancient stirring in the distance. I should have moved. I should have reacted faster when the Prophet came charging out of the darkness, knife gleaming in his hand, his eyes burning with intent. But I couldn’t. My feet were glued to the earth, my body locked in place by a force I couldn’t explain. And then, just as quickly as he’d appeared, he vanished into the night, like smoke on the wind, leaving only the scent of something foul behind. I d

The world around me spun, and I felt myself falling, my body colliding with the ground as if the earth itself had swallowed me whole. The air rushed from my lungs, and I gasped, my hands fumbling to push against the dirt, trying to regain some sense of control. But nothing made sense. Not anymore. The letter—my mother’s letter—was still clutched tightly in my trembling hands, the words seared into my mind, seeping into my bones. The Betrayal. The one you think you trust the most. Reed’s voice echoed in my head, repeating those words, mocking me. And then the knife, his hand so steady, so sure, as he stood over me. The same face I had once trusted, the same person who had always been there, suddenly so foreign, so wrong. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. 

The air in the clearing thickened as the shadows shifted around us, the faintest of sounds breaking the heavy silence—footsteps. Slow. Calculated. I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, every muscle locked in place as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I had thought I’d faced my worst fears, but this? This was something else entirely. My father. The last person I ever thought would be part of this nightmare—the nightmare that had been unfolding before me, piece by piece, with every twisted revelation. And now, standing before me, was the one man who had been part of my life, part of everything I had once believed was true. The Prophet. The air around me seemed to suffocate, to close in tighter as the figure moved closer. His shape was large, imposing, but it w