All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha And His Rejected Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DianaI didn’t want to scream.That would alert him. If he came to find me about to run away, he would do some really bad things to me. I hadn’t known him for more than three days, but at the same time, he did seem worse than my father.He hadn’t hit me yet, but I knew for a fact that I was running out of grace.Honestly, I didn’t want to take a hit from him.Hence, through the grueling pain, I just sat still, shivering, crying, and turning.There were insects in the damn hole, and the place smelled of damp earth and rotting meat.I would soon be the rotting meat here.I don’t know how long I was there before I finally succumbed to fatigue.His voice woke me up, and opening my eyes, the light from the sun hit me hard.“How did you enjoy your bed?” he jibed.I hated him.“I’m sorry,” I said, instead of the mouthful of insults I could have hurled at him. Because in reality, I actually wanted to get out of this dark, creepy hole, where only one ray of sun hit, depending on the time of th

EdricWas I a little too harsh on her?Muzan’s reaction to me said everything I needed to know. He was my butler and did everything I told him to do, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be angry at me when I did something he didn’t like.And he was…pissed.He didn’t serve me breakfast in the morning, and when I came to the kitchen to ask, he simply showed me the pot.Also, he had been away from the house for a while.He didn’t run away or anything.Where would he run to? Here was his home.When he came back, he looked like he wanted to slap me all shades of silly. If he could, he actually would have.“It’s called tough love, Muzan,” I echoed after him as he brushed past me on his way into the house.“It’s not tough love if she actually dies,” he shot back almost immediately, “or worse still…if she suffers an injury we can’t treat. How would that make you feel?”“What? After she suffers from the consequences of her own actions?” I countered. “She fell into that hole, Muzan. I didn’t push

DianaI knew my mother’s face from the portraits my father kept of her at home, but here, she was much younger.Maybe just as young as I am now, and she was smiling.I don’t know how her picture got here, or who painted it, but it sure as hell gave me the chills to find it here.It was also in the best condition out of all the paintings here, which meant it was relatively recent. I couldn’t even begin to fathom.I didn’t know where to draw theories from, how to even begin asking questions…if I was going to even ask.I just stood there, staring in awe, as the massive smiling face, almost double normal human proportions stared back at me.Every little detail on her face was emphasized by the brush, and every color was represented accurately. Almost like she was right there…with me…in the room.Oddly enough, it didn’t creep me out. I just felt the chills of being around my mother. On her face was an emotion I had never seen. My father’s portraits of her were always still. Like the painte

DianaYou know, when I lashed out, I half expected to be dead before I even got to my room.Claws on my back…then through my back, with probably something gory sticking out with his hands.This should have been the end for me, disrespecting him like that. Oddly enough, I made it to my room. I was still shaking.My breath was shaky and my head was spinning. And yet, I still wanted a mother.I didn’t know what to think. As soon as the door to my room shut, I pressed my weight against it, knowing that one of them would come and try to pacify me…likely Muzan.I didn’t need to be pacified right now. I needed to open my nose…maybe even my mouth and…breathe!I was short of breath, and yet, I still held what little air I had inside me, not wanting to let go. It seemed like that was the only thing I could have for free – the air in my lungs.And if Edric held my life in his hands, even that wasn’t free too.It sucked.It was life, but it sucked and I wanted to be done with it.“Diana…Diana, o

DianaI could feel the fire scorch me alive, making me wonder what the hell I even did to deserve something so rash. Something so horrid.But here I was. Blaming myself for even lashing out in the first place.Maybe if I didn’t, just like he said, I wouldn’t be in this position.And so, when he came, in his usual manner, to force-feed me the awkward-tasting liquid, I decided to let him know how remorseful I was.“I’m sorry,” I said after the first hit of the Valerian drink.“For what?” he asked.“For yelling at you. I didn’t know it would cause me so much pain,” I coughed.God, I was going to die.It really shouldn’t have mattered, since I was going to be liberated either way, but the thought of doing something as important as dying…not on my terms…irked me.I didn’t want to let life win every battle.That’s why I feared death. If I died now, it would be the coward’s death. I didn’t want that to be. I wanted to have control of that part. He chuckled, instead of acknowledging my apolo