บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Kael's POV The stone floors of the palace echoed under my boots as I marched through the hallway like a storm gathering strength. Rage churned in my chest, pulsing with each step. Every servant who saw me ducked out of my way, sensing the fury that licked around me like fire. My destination was clear—Lyria’s cell.But right now, all I could think of was Hood. What in the hell had he been thinking?My jaw clenched so hard I heard a faint crack in my own ears. Hood had no right. No permission. I hadn’t told him to let her out. I hadn’t even thought of it, not after everything. What if she’d escaped? What if she’d disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only questions and the sting of betrayal?I spotted him just ahead, leaning near the corridor that led to the cells. He straightened the moment he saw me, but there was something off about him—his usually neat appearance was frayed around the edges, like he’d just come out of a whirlwind. Hair disheveled. Shirt slightly rumpled. But

Lyria's POVIf someone had told me just a few hours ago that I would be smiling after a moment with Kael, I would have laughed in their face. I would have argued, tooth and nail. Maybe even bitten. Yet here I was, the afterglow of what had just happened clinging to my skin like dew on grass.I sat slumped against the cold stone wall, knees pulled to my chest, lips tugged into a stupid, giddy smile I couldn’t wipe off even if I tried. My fingers traced absentmindedly over the marks his hands had left on me—ghosts of touches that still buzzed beneath my skin, like tiny sparks dancing in my bloodstream.Normally, I wouldn't have let it happen. Goodness, I wouldn’t have. Mira had told me that neither of us would be able to resist each other. I had dismissed her words in my head, believing that my willpower not to have anything to do with him will be dominant. She had been right, hadn't she?No matter how much I despised Kael, how much bitterness I had stacked against him like stones in

Lyria's POVFor a moment, I sat frozen on the floor, the sting on my cheek blazing like fire. I blinked once. Twice. Maybe thrice.But the hot burn spreading across my face was proof enough. The slap wasn't just a pigment of my imagination. Ivy had really struck me.Only then did my senses kick back in.I caught the sound of her hissing under her breath as she turned sharply on her heel, stomping toward the cell door, her shoulders high with pride, as though she'd just won some twisted battle between us. She thought I'd be too stunned to retaliate, too weakened to move. Foolish girl.Silent as a shadow, I rose from the floor, every muscle in my body tight with fury. My steps were swift but soundless as I followed her, my bare feet gliding over the cold stone. She was just a few feet from the exit when I caught up with her. Without hesitation, I grabbed the back of her dress, yanking her so hard she stumbled backward with a gasp.She whirled around, and before she could say a word, I

Kael's POV Perched atop a withered, dying tree stood a rogue wolf. His fur was matted, dirty, and his body carried the pungent scent of decay, but it wasn’t his grotesque appearance that snatched my attention—it was the gleaming object clutched tightly in his hand.A gun.And not just any gun. Even from a distance, I could smell the metallic sting of wolfsbane lacing its barrel. A weapon designed for one purpose: to kill my kind.But that wasn’t all.Tied cruelly against the thick trunk of the tree was a woman—limp, her head bowed in unconsciousness, her face masked by a piece of cloth. The second my eyes fell on her, my heart stumbled.The hair.The shape of her body.Even from this distance, something about her screamed familiarity.Lyria?No. No, it couldn't be. I had left Lyria safely at home, wrapped in the comfort of thick walls and protection. It was impossible.My jaw tightened. I couldn't let myself think recklessly.Stepping forward, I barked, “Who are you? What do you want

Lyria's POVThe first thing that stirred me awake was the gentle warmth kissing my skin—the streaks of morning sunlight, slipping through the thin curtains and painting the room in soft gold. My eyelids fluttered open with a struggle, weighed down by an ache I couldn't quite place.I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, confused for a moment. I wasn't in the cell.Where was I?Frowning, I tried to push myself upright, but the dull throb at the back of my head forced a small gasp from my lips. My muscles ached too, like I'd been trampled over by a herd of wild horses. Slowly, I scanned the room. It was simple: a bed, a table cluttered with bowls and vials—probably healer supplies—and a chair tucked into the corner.The room was empty. Mira wasn't here.I breathed out slowly, confusion clawing at me. My heart pounded, my mind chasing after fragmented memories. What happened? How did I end up here?I closed my eyes, trying to coax the pieces together.At first, nothing came. A frustratin