All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DianaI woke up with sunlight bleeding softly through the windows, warm and golden against the skin of my bare shoulders. Edric's arm was wrapped lazily around my waist, his body heat a comfort I never thought I’d take for granted. For a second…just a second…it felt like there were no kingdoms to rule, no speeches to give, no weight pressing against my spine.Just us. Just breathing.He stirred beside me, groaning faintly before nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “You’re staring,” he mumbled, his voice still husky with sleep.“I am,” I admitted, smiling softly. “You look… peaceful.”He cracked one eye open. “That’s ‘cause I’m next to the Queen of Wolfdom. Kinda hard to stress when your mate just reclaimed her throne like a damn legend.”I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed anyway. “Stop.”“I’m serious,” he said, tugging me closer until our foreheads touched. “What did you do yesterday? That was power. That was grace. That was everything.”I let out a shaky breath, heart full and s

MuzanI knew she left.“Where to, Diana?” I had asked her when I caught her walking, almost sneakily outside of the pack-house.“Oh, just surveying the packlands,” she told me, then went on a nervous rant about how she was going to institutionalize some new projects, and she needed to sleep on the image of what she wanted to build.It was plausible. And her tone? That was Diana. Always just a step away from full confidence.Nothing for me to question.Now I wish I had.I walked through the house with a gnawing sensation twisting in my gut. Edric wasn’t in his room. He hadn’t been since before the sun was even up. I knew this because I woke early to help Raquelle with weapon inventory.She was a workaholic, that one…But I didn’t mind. Now, what would have been a moment for Raquelle and me to get a few words past each other, turned into a frantic search.And I dared not tell Edric that I saw her…and let her go.She didn’t sleep beside him.It wasn’t just a survey trip. She was planni

DianaSome days, I didn’t even know myself.Today was one of those days.I had just stepped out of a meeting with the elders. They had me on a round-house table, talking about everything that I couldn’t have cared less about.But I had to humor them.I was alpha now.Why did Hunter Crossfield crave this role so much?“Rest well, Elder Jovan,” I said as I walked past the gray-haired man who still wore ceremonial robes even though the meeting had ended ages ago. He gave me a stiff nod.“May your strength remain steady, Luna,” he bade me. He had tried too hard to get on my good graces…something that made me very slightly wary about him.“And may your tea not taste like burnt bark today,” I added under my breath with a smile.He chuckled faintly. “You always had your mother’s mouth.”I lowered my head and kept walking, hoping I didn’t run into any more people trying to get in my good graces so that I don’t chop off their heads or something.As soon as I got to the pack-house, I could smel

DianaMy body was drenched. Every muscle in my arms and legs screamed in protest, and still, I lunged forward again.Muzan sidestepped with ease, catching my wrist before my palm could strike his side. “Too wide,” he said calmly, eyes half-lidded like this was barely warming him up. “You're leaving your ribs exposed.”“I know,” I huffed, twisting my arm out of his grip. My legs trembled beneath me, but I planted them anyway. “Let me try again.”“You don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t have left them wide open,” he insisted with a lecturing glare.I barely took proper cognizance and lunged again.Then came the sidestep, and something more unforgiving. A jab to the ribs with the butt of his sword. It didn’t hurt enough to make me cry out…but it did annoy me.“Told ya,” he huffed.“Give her a second,” Raquelle’s voice rang from the side of the training field. She leaned on her staff, a bead of sweat trailing down her temple. “She’s been sparring nonstop for hours.”“Exactly wh

Diana The wind had changed.I stood a few paces behind them, watching Edric and Muzan in silence as they cleaned up what was left of Tony. Normally, when a person was killed in such a brutal manner, the fresh, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air. Blood, and then guts…and seared flesh.What was in the air was something else.Something much darker. So much, that I had to cover my nose as they worked.But even as I looked at Edric, I couldn’t stop the knot from twisting tighter in my chest. If he ever died now…in anyway, this is what would become of him.A cursed mass to be abhorred.He told me to let it go.He said he could live with the curse.But I couldn't.Not when I saw how fast his body stitched itself back together after a sword wound. Not when he had to hold back parts of himself out of fear. Not when he still woke up in the middle of the night, breathing like he was clawing his way back from a nightmare he couldn’t tell me about.‘He deserves to be free,’ R