บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Kael's POV I had passed out for a moment but it was as though a certain alarm suddenly went off in my head and reminded me that I had a mate to protect. My eyes fluttered open and I watched in horror as Lyria collapsed, her body hitting the ground with a soft, broken thud that echoed louder in my ears than the roar of a thousand storms. Her eyes — gods, her beautiful eyes — flickered between their normal color and a glowing silver, the light pulsing in sync with every shudder of her fragile body.I could feel it.The dark pull of Magnus' magic coiling around her like venomous vines, tightening, squeezing, claiming."No," I rasped, blood thick in my mouth."No!"I staggered, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. The stab wound at my side burned like fire, the blood loss making the world tilt and spin violently. But none of it mattered. None of it would ever matter compared to the terror clutching my chest.He was trying to take her.And there was only one way I knew to stop it

Kael's POV Magnus’s scream ripped through the clearing like a wounded beast as Lyria drove the blade deep into his chest.The force of it—the magic, the pain, the betrayal—sent a tremor through the earth beneath us. The ground quaked, stones split, and an invisible wave of power burst outward from Magnus’s crumbling body.I stumbled back, struggling to stay on my feet, my wounds throbbing, my blood slick against my skin. My heart pounded painfully in my ears as I watched the curse that had bound Lyria to Magnus snap like a chain pulled too taut.The bloody magic he had stitched himself together with—the sacrifices, the dark rituals—it began to unravel. I could see it: black veins of energy splintering in the air around him, fading, disintegrating into nothing.But even as his body convulsed and his blood soaked into the cracked ground, Magnus smiled.A slow, horrifying smile. One that chilled my battered soul to its core.“This isn’t over,” he rasped, blood gurgling from his mouth.A

Lyria's POVThe moment Hood uttered those words, I gasped.Even Kael, half-conscious and barely able to move, blinked in surprise. His fingers twitched against mine, the only sign that he'd heard. He couldn't speak, not in his condition, but I knew that the revelation had shocked him. I felt his breath catch, shallow and strained, his blood still seeping between my fingers as I held his wound together with desperate pressure.I looked at Hood, eyes wide, heart aching with both grief and fury. Ivy was dead."No..." I murmured, barely audible."She was gone... before Mira could even try," Hood choked out, his shoulders trembling. For a brief second, I saw the brokenness in his eyes. But that second was short-lived.Because then reality returned—he had stabbed Kael.I snapped. "So what? Was Kael responsible for her death? Was killing him your way of vengeance?"Hood flinched as if I'd slapped him, shaking his head furiously. "No! No! Gods, no! I didn't—Lyria, I didn’t do it out of hatred

Lyria's POVI stared at Mira as her words echoed over and over in my mind.Selective.What did that even mean? My heart was already torn, raw from too much grief, and now it was caught between hope and fear again. I couldn’t stand the uncertainty clawing inside my chest.“Mira,” I croaked, my voice trembling as I held out my glowing palm. “What do you mean by selective?”She turned to me slowly, as if bracing herself for the weight of what she was about to say. Her eyes flickered between my face and my hand, still glowing faintly in the dimming light of dusk.“This power…” she said, her voice low but clear, “it’s not like other gifts, Lyria. It will not work on everyone you use it on. The Moon Goddess gave it to you, yes—but you’re only a vessel. The power obeys her will, not yours.”I blinked, stunned. “But I can heal, right? You said I could bring people back…”“You can,” she nodded. “You can heal sickness, injuries—even restore life. But only if the Moon Goddess wills it. That’s wh

Kael's POV I watched with swelling pride as the warriors—those who had once laid still in pain or death—staggered forward, their expressions a mix of awe, gratitude, and disbelief. Some had risen from death itself, their eyes wide and trembling with the weight of life returning to their bodies. Others who had been too injured to move now stood tall and whole, like they'd never tasted the edge of death.And they all came to Lyria.One by one, they approached her—some kneeling, others bowing their heads, a few clutching their chests in reverence—as they thanked her over and over. Their words were thick with emotion. But Lyria only offered them a warm, gentle smile and said, “Thank the Moon Goddess. She chose you to stay.”The humility in her voice stunned me. Power like that could easily corrupt someone, yet she wore it like a gentle blessing. Not a crown.Lyria and I continued walking together, hand in hand. Mira had summoned a few of her assistants, and I glanced back to see them ge