All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and His Wolfless Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I crouched low behind the rusted metal drum, heart pounding in my chest like war drums. The air reeked of old oil and damp wood, and somewhere nearby, rats were squeaking like they had front-row seats to a bloodbath. Keenan stood behind me, arms folded, chewing gum like he was about to walk into a bar fight for fun. The others were scattered across the broken down warehouse, hiding behind crates, rusted cars, and collapsed beams.“Positions?” I whispered, my voice barely audible through the crackling wind.“Set,” Keenan said, not even blinking. “But I still think this is a damn suicide mission, Clark.”“Maybe, but it's too late to retreat. He's here already, and the only way out is when I put a bullet through him,” I muttered, peeking through a narrow gap in the wall.“Then let's go screw him,” he said, showing the kind of anger I had expected him to show instead of talking nonsense.Outside, the gravel crunched under boots. I caught a glimpse of him… Drake. The bastard had actually c

I used to think the scariest thing was being unloved. Or maybe being unwanted. But lately, something worse had found me… something darker, something that gripped my chest every night and left me breathless by morning.Alpha Kaidon had recovered fully. His strength was back. His blue eyes, the same eyes that had once looked empty in that hospital bed, now burned fiercely again. The entire pack rejoiced. There were howls of celebration in the air, and the scent of grilled meat filled the evening winds.Everyone was happy.Everyone… but me.I wish I could say I was relieved that he was back; that I smiled like the others, that my steps were lighter. But I hadn’t had a single night of peace since he opened his eyes and called my name.I had been having the same dream for the past three nights. It came without warning… silent, heavy, and cruel.In the dream, I stood in the middle of a lonely clearing, surrounded by woods I didn’t recognize. I never knew how I got there. My feet always sank

After I told him what I saw, he didn’t say a word… not even a sigh. Nothing.He just sat there, staring straight at me like he was trying to read every line of my face. His blue eyes were heavy, unreadable, like a storm was building behind them, but it hadn’t broken out yet. My heart kept thumping in my chest. I didn't know if he was angry… or scared… or just confused.Seconds dragged, minutes passed.I almost couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to speak… to explain, to apologize, to do something… when his lips finally moved.“I’m hungry,” he said, voice hoarse but steady.I blinked. “What?”He looked away, toward the small window, then back at me.“I said I’m hungry. I want something warm. Something with goat meat. Cooked the way a seasoned chef does it. Spicy… and no onions.”I just stood there, frozen. Was that it? Was that really all he had to say? After everything I’d said… everything we shared in that moment?I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t argue. I simply nodded and said

I was folding the last of my clothes when Loraine walked in. The door creaked open softly, but I didn’t look up until I heard her surprised voice.“Wait… why are you packing?” she asked, her brows furrowing. “Did… did the Alpha send you away?”I blinked, slowly lifting my head. For a second, I’d forgotten she existed. My thoughts had been heavy… too heavy to notice anything or anyone. I just stared at her blankly, still holding one of my worn dresses.“Lila…” she called softly, moving closer. “You didn’t do anything wrong, right? He… he didn’t…”“No,” I cut in gently, my voice barely above a whisper. “He didn’t send me away. I’m going back to Tasha’s room.”“What?” Her eyes widened. “Why?”I dropped the dress on the small pile beside me and let out a quiet sigh. “He… he wants me to help him understand the dreams… the ones about his sister.”Loraine blinked, confused. “Dreams?”“It’s like Tasha’s trying to show him something, something important. He gave me the key and asked me to go b

I woke up to voices again. It was low at first, like whispers arguing in the dark.At first, I rolled over with a grunt, pulling the blanket over my head. It was probably Mr. and Mrs. Clark arguing again. Nothing new. They argued like it was a tradition… every evening, every morning, and now, apparently, in the dead of night. Each time, they ended up making love as their peace offering to each other.There shouldn't have been anything new about tonight… until I heard it…My name.That made me sit up real fast, heart thudding like a hammer against my ribs. I stared at the door in the dark, not sure if I was dreaming. My ears strained to catch another sound.And then I heard it again.“Clarkson.”Clear and sharp. It was not a dream.I threw the blanket off and swung my feet to the floor. The wood creaked a little, so I froze. I didn’t want them to know I was awake. Not yet.. not until I figured out why they were saying my name.I moved quietly, like a shadow, inching toward the door. I