All Chapters of Her Alpha's Secret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NovaThe witches weren’t joking when they said they couldn’t find anything new.Two weeks… two weeks of frantic searching. Alex, the witches (and Selene) buried in books, while Lyra and I hover nearby, asking questions like two clueless schoolchildren who can’t read. Because, well… we can’t. Not this kind of magic-infused text, anyway.The omegas bring lunch to the drawing room, and I try to sit still, try to focus, but my restlessness gnaws at me. If I stay cooped up here any longer, I might lose my mind. So, shortly after lunch, I push my chair back and stand.‘Everything okay, love?’ Alex’s voice slides into my mind through the link.‘Perfectly,’ I respond smoothly. ‘Just want to check in on some pack business.’I turn to leave, but before I can take a step, his warm, calloused hand cups the side of my face, trailing down to my neck. His grip is firm, possessive. My breath catches, and before I can react, he pulls me against him, his lips crashing into mine.It’s raw. Wild. Unexpe

NovaThe moment her name leaves my lips, the world seems to still.The creature standing before me tilts its head. Her mouth twists into something that almost resembles a smile. Almost.A chill runs down my spine, but I hold my ground. Alex is beside me, his Alpha presence blending with mine—strong, steady, unwavering. The Wendigos behind her shift restlessly, their guttural growls filling the silence, but they don’t move. Not yet. Not while Raven stands before me.She looks wrong. Twisted. Her eyes hollowed out from within. But her voice—her voice is the same. It’s like something is wearing her skin, puppeteering the sister I once knew.She stretches her long limbs as she towers over me. Her smirk is condescending as she looks down at me."Ahh my baby sister. Having to look up at me.” She grimaces, “you always thought you were stronger than me, Nova" she murmurs, her voice a whisper that still cuts through the air like a blade. "But you're not anymore."I clench my fists, pushing do

AlexWe are seated around the polished oak table in the drawing room. Nate and Lyra are at my sides, and our mother stands at the far end of the room, her fingers nervously twisting in front of her. My father, as always, sits at the head of the table, his posture rigid, and his eyes hard. The head warriors are scattered throughout the room, their gaze flicking from one to the other, unsure of what to say. Aurora and Selene stand by the door.We discuss strategy—reinforcing the magical barriers, completing the wall around the pack, preparing for the inevitable battle against the Wendigos. But my thoughts keep circling back to Nova. Where is she? What is she doing? I can feel something off, a dark feeling gnawing at me, but I can't quite place it.And to make things worse, one of the warriors has started questioning Nova. “We must keep in mind that it is Alpha Nova’s very own sister behind the attacks…”“So what?” Nate growls under his breath, but the warrior continues.My blood boil

AlexI find Nova in the hospital, of all places. And—Fuck…This woman… How the hell did I get so lucky?How the hell is this miracle mine?Because that’s exactly what she is. A walking, talking miracle.And right now, she’s standing in a dimly lit hospital room, her hands hovering over a wounded warrior. I watch from the hallway as green, cleansing flames envelop the body on the bed, seeping into his battered form, pushing out the darkness.I’ve tried to recreate what she does. Ever since she marked me, my Alpha power changed completely. Sometimes it feels like my abilities are just a cheap knockoff of hers, but who gives a fuck?The only shitty thing about it? I can’t heal Wendigo bites.Which, I suppose, makes sense. She’s not actually healing them—she’s driving out the darkness, allowing their natural werewolf healing to take over. Even though my power is so similar to hers, I can’t do what she does.Because, unlike Nova, I am not light. I am the darkness.Shadowed…Well… not enti

NovaI wake up just as the sun rises.The bed is too big, too empty. The warmth of the blankets does nothing to chase away the cold settling deep in my bones. It’s not physical—it’s like a piece of me is missing.If the bond is only half-formed and I feel like this, what must it be like when a completed bond is severed?A shiver rolls through me. Not from the morning chill, but from the realization that my bond with Alex may never be complete. Not because of the curse. Because he doesn’t want it.He walked away. Chose to be apart from me.And I let him.I passed out last night, too drained to fight for anything. But tonight… I may have to go to sleep without him again. And that will be damn difficult.Pathetic, I tell myself, gripping the blankets tighter. I’m stronger than this. For all I know, he’s pulling away because of the curse, because he believes there’s no future for us. That’s the only logical explanation.So that’s my plan. I’m breaking the curse.And if he still walks away