All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and His Wolfless Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I was restless. It had been days… days since I last saw her. Lila. And every damn morning, I expected her to walk in with my breakfast, avoiding my eyes like she always did. Soft hands placing the tray down. That quiet, nervous smile. But no, it was always someone else. And now Tabitha? Always beside me, asking pointless questions, laughing at everything, and acting like she owned the place. I stared at my untouched food, growing cold on the table. My appetite had died the moment Lila stopped showing up. I didn’t want to raise suspicion, not with Tabitha always lurking around me like a shadow. The last thing I needed was for her to think I was bothered about a maid. But I was. And it wasn’t just about her duties. Something didn’t feel right. “Sara,” I said one morning, after finally snapping. I had sent for her. “Yes, Alpha?” she responded quickly, lowering her head. The other maids vanished like scared mice, leaving her alone with me and Tabitha, who didn't seem interested in w

I was folding some of the linen with Loraine when she suddenly stopped talking and narrowed her eyes toward the window. I glanced up at her. “What?” She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she dropped the linen and muttered, “He’s back.” I blinked. “Who?” She turned to look at me like it should’ve been obvious. “Drake.” My stomach tightened on instinct. I hated how just hearing his name could freeze my insides like that. My fingers trembled slightly, and I had to shove them into my apron to stop them from shaking. “He’s back already?” I asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be. Loraine gave a slow nod. “Yeah. I saw him about ten minutes ago, strutting around like nothing ever happened. And guess what else?” I raised a brow, not sure I wanted to know. She moved closer and whispered like someone might be eavesdropping, “I saw him talking with Tabitha earlier today. Real cozy.” I stared at her, stunned. “Tabitha?” “Mm-hmm.” She nodded like it confirmed something she’d alre

I closed the door to Tasha’s room behind me and leaned against it, my heart thudding faster than I wanted it to. Drake’s voice still rang in my ears. "Watch your back, girl." I swallowed hard and rubbed my arms like I could chase away the cold crawling over my skin. The man was serious. I could feel it in the way his eyes darkened when he spoke. I knew better than to brush it off. He’d already hurt me once, and I was still dealing with the aftermath of that attack. The alpha may have made me his personal maid, may have punished the ones who hurt me... but that didn’t mean I was safe. Not really. Not from Drake. Not from someone who wanted me gone so badly. I sat down on the bed and stared at the wall for a while. My head hurt. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t even tell if it was from the fever I had picked up earlier or the fear tying knots in my stomach. Later that evening, Loraine came by with a small basket of food and a soft smile on her face. She always looked so calm, so su

Sara’s lips moved, but I didn’t hear a word she was saying. It was not because she wasn’t loud enough, but because I had stopped listening. Somewhere between the sound of their laughter and Alpha Kaidon’s voice dragging me through the mud in front of his alpha friends, I had shut down. I dropped the tray I was holding, not caring that it almost landed on my foot. The metallic clatter it made was sharp, loud, and for once, it felt louder than Sara’s constant commands. “Lila!” she barked behind me as I turned around and walked out of the hall. “Lila, I am still talking to you! Come back here!” I didn’t stop. I didn’t even flinch. The few maids who stood nearby stared at me like I had just grown two heads. I heard one of them gasp and whisper, “She just ignored the head maid… she’s done for.” Maybe I was, but I didn't care, really. The cold night air slapped my cheeks as I stepped out. I welcomed it. I needed it. But it didn’t help me breathe the way I hoped it would. It didn’t

The fire crackled in the pit before us, warm against the chill of the mountain breeze. Laughter rippled through the circle of alphas—too much wine, too many old stories, and just the right amount of ego. The moon hung high and heavy above us, bathing the clearing in silver. I leaned back in my seat, watching the flames dance, trying to let go of the nagging weight in my chest. Something felt off, but I couldn’t place it. Not yet. Alpha Cunha let out a grunt and rose from his seat. “I need to stretch my legs,” he said, brushing imaginary lint from his trousers. Alpha Ulrich snorted into his goblet. “Stretch your legs or your manhood on one of Kaidon’s maids?” The others erupted into laughter, even I cracked a smile. I should have expected that from Ulrich. His tongue was as sharp as his claws. Cunha rolled his eyes. “You fools really think every time I walk away, it’s for a woman?” “Don’t act like it’s not true,” Alpha Linden chuckled, raising a goblet toward him. “If it wears a