All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and His Wolfless Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I hated him. I hated Drake with every bone in my body. People always said hate is a strong word, but they didn’t know what it meant to lose something dear… no, someone… because of a lying bastard who smiled at you and stabbed you from behind. It wasn’t even about Lila anymore. Well, it was. But this wasn’t just about her. This was about everything Drake had ever taken from me. He thought I had forgotten; that I had moved on. That I had buried the past like it never existed. But I didn’t; I couldn’t. It was the one thing that haunted me every damn night. You know, back then, I was just a guy in the pack who wanted peace, a little love, and a chance to build something for myself. I didn’t even want to be close to the Alpha family. I just wanted to stay on my lane. Then I met her. Toone. God, she was… something. You know those kind of women that walk into a room and the whole place just pauses? That was her. She didn’t even try to be noticed. She wasn’t loud or dramatic. She jus

Something was off. Scratch that. Everything was off. Clarkson wasn’t acting like himself lately, and it wasn’t just a one-time thing I could sweep under the rug. At first, I thought maybe it was guilt. After all, the whole mess with Lila had gotten a little… messy. But this? This was different. He started missing things. Clarkson and I had a routine. Every Friday night, we’d grab a bottle of Moonbrew, sit by the stream just past the training grounds, and laugh about the madness of the week. Every full moon, we’d spar under the clearing, just to let our wolves feel the air. And anytime we got ourselves into some deep sh*t, we always circled back, always checked in, always made sure we were good. But the past few days have been an introduction of a strange… or should I say new… Clarkson. No drinks. No sparring. No checking in. It felt like he had completely changed his routine without carrying me along… That was unlike him, really. He had missed three of our training sessions.

I pushed the heavy wooden door open, letting the creak echo through the hallway like a warning. My fingers brushed over the carved crescent moon on the edge of the doorframe, and I paused just for a second to brace myself. The scent hit me first. Lavender and burnt pine. The exact mix Tasha used to spray on her bed every night. “This room used to belong to my sister,” I said, stepping in, leaving the door wide for her to follow. Lila stood at the threshold, her arms tucked around her stomach like she was trying to hold herself together. She peeked in with soft green eyes, unsure, quiet. Her steps were hesitant. “Tasha,” I continued, “she was my everything. I could go to war just for her.” Lila walked in slowly, eyes scanning the room… the walls still painted a soft dusky pink, the bed still made just the way she used to, untouched after all these years. “She… she must have been really special,” Lila said gently, voice no louder than a whisper. “She was,” I said, my throat tight

The noise was too much. Low murmurs, scattered arguments, whispers carried by the wind. Everyone was talking, and yet, no one really knew what was going on. That’s what fear did… it made people curious, made them restless. And when the summons had come out… "All able-bodied members of the Moonstone Pack must assemble at the execution ground immediately"... it had stirred something dark in their hearts. You’d think I had called them to prepare for war. But no, it was something much more delicate… much more dangerous… even though I knew they'd be shocked to find out it was about… Lila. I stood behind the tall iron gates, waiting. Watching. My guards, four of them, stood in a line beside me. I glanced at each of them once, and then at the chaos beyond the gates. The execution ground was crowded, shoulder to shoulder. Warriors, elders, women with their arms crossed over their chests, young men puffing out their chests like they understood war. They all looked uneasy, yet ready for

I remembered asking him, softly at first, but he didn't say anything. So I tried again. "Alpha Kaidon... I need to go to the maids’ quarters. Just for a minute.” He was sitting in that massive wooden chair like he owned the world… and maybe he did. He looked up at me with that same unreadable face he always wore when he was trying to figure me out. His blue eyes narrowed a little. “Why?” “There’s something I left behind,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He tilted his head, then looked away, like he didn’t want to deal with me. “What did you leave behind?” he asked, his tone hard. I paused. I could feel my fingers curling into my palms. “It’s a necklace,” I said. He looked back at me. “Just a necklace?” “Yes.” If only he knew it wasn't ‘just’ a necklace. He raised a brow. “And this necklace is that important to you?” I looked at the floor, then back at him. “Yes.” His eyes locked on mine. “Why?” I didn’t answer at first. “I asked you a question, Lila.” Still,