All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and His Wolfless Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was scrubbing the marble floor just outside the Alpha’s hallway, my knees sore and my fingers pruny. The smell of pine and soap filled my nose. It was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that always made me feel like something was lurking around the corner. And then... she came. Sara. The clacking of her heeled shoes echoed off the walls before I even saw her. I froze, my hand still holding the soapy rag. She strolled in like she owned the place… as usual… her dark hair pulled into a sleek bun, lips painted a color too red for morning. "Lila," she called sweetly, like we were old friends or something. I looked up slowly. I didn’t answer. I was too tired to play her games. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, leaning one hip against the wall. “Aren’t you going to ask what I came for?” I sighed, brushing my hair away from my face. “Alright, what do you want, Sara?” She smiled, a soft one at first. “I came to apologize.” I blinked. “You what?” “I came to say I’m sorry,” s

I sat on the floor beside Loraine, absently picking at the hem of my gown while we talked about meaningless things… like how she hated peeling onions, or how the new healer smelt like stale herbs. It was the full moon tonight, and the sky had never looked this angry. A strange chill hung in the air, the kind that made my arms grow goosebumps, even though the fire crackled steadily in the hearth nearby. And then I heard it. A low, guttural growl… faint at first… but heavy. It came again. This time, louder, deeper, angrier. I froze. "Loraine..." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Did you hear that?” She didn’t even flinch. She just kept sipping her tea like nothing had happened. “It’s nothing, Lila,” she said. I blinked at her. “Nothing? That didn’t sound like nothing.” She sighed, finally putting her cup down. “That’s just the Alpha.” My heart sank. “He’s… growling?” “It’s the full moon,” she explained, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He alw

“Kaidon!” I screamed as I dropped to the ground beside him. His body was cold. Limp… so still it didn’t feel real. My hands were shaking as I reached out to touch his cheek. His skin was pale. His lips… almost blue. “No, no… please,” I whispered. “You can’t do this. You can’t just leave me like this. Please wake up…” I pressed my fingers to the side of his neck, praying to feel a pulse. There… faint, barely there, but still beating. Relief flooded me, but it lasted only a second before panic slammed into me again. “Kaidon, please,” I cried, wiping at the blood on his chest. “You’re going to be okay. I promise you’re going to be okay. Just stay with me.” I looked around frantically, hoping, praying for someone… anyone… to come. The forest was too quiet, the shadows too still. Then I heard it. Paws thudding against the earth. Low growls in the distance. I turned toward the sound, heart pounding, terrified it was another wolf coming to finish what the first had started. But it w

I gradually became aware of my surroundings, the dim light dawning softly on me as I lay in the now familiar room. The floor beneath me was wooden and rough, and I blinked, attempting to clear the fog in my mind. My muscles ached, and every breath I took felt like a reminder of the pain I had endured. I was grateful for the wizard’s intervention, but I had no idea where I was now, yet the sharp scent of pine and the cool mountain air alerted me that I was far from the Moonstone pack. As I began to sit up, faint voices reached my ears. I guessed they were coming from a nearby space. One voice was familiar, a comfort in the uncertainty… Hermes. The other was a stranger, a woman's voice laced with agitation. Curiosity swelled within me, despite the pain flashing through my body like a lightning storm. I needed to know what was happening. I quietly shifted my weight, careful to avoid making any noise. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself. I wanted to catch a glimpse

I wasn’t sure what hurt more… the way everyone looked at me when they handed over the responsibility, or the weight of their warning echoing in my head. “If anything happens to the Alpha,” Councilman Merek had said, his eyes fixed on me like he was already measuring my neck for the chopping block, “your head will roll.” No one spoke after that. I could feel the tension in the room, the heaviness of the moment wrapping itself around my chest. And just like that, they left me alone in the hospital room with a man who hadn’t opened his eyes since collapsing in the woods. Alpha Kaidon, ruthless, feared, cold, now reduced to a still, pale body under white sheets. Tubes ran down his arms, machines beeped softly, and I didn’t recognize this version of him. They gave me a list, a literal list of what I had to do. Make sure he eats… only food that I’d tasted in front of the guards. They made that part painfully clear. “They’ll be watching,” Councilman Ren had said. “You taste before he e