Semua Bab Curse of the Reclaimed Alpha: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Edeline Two Weeks Later I woke up to soft lips brushing against mine and a familiar voice whispering, “Good morning, beautiful.” My eyes blinked open slowly, landing on Percival’s face hovering above mine—messy dark hair, those piercing blue eyes, and that smile that somehow made mornings a hundred times better. I let out a big yawn, covering my mouth, and smiled back at him. Waking up like this—next to him—every day for the past two weeks? I could get used to this. “Morning,” I croaked, voice still heavy with sleep. That’s when it hit me—

Edeline Tears filled her eyes and she dabbed at them, trying to smile through the emotion. I never knew Maximus had put that much thought into it. “Anyway,” she waved it off gently, blinking her eyes dry, “he brought me to the poolside, and there was music playing. I was already half-lost in him, so I wrapped myself around him and we started kissing… then more dancing… and that’s when he dropped to one knee.” Her eyes glossed over again, fanning herself. “He said the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. Like, I swear, my soul heard them. Then he pulled out this little black velvet box, and my heart just stopped. My wolf went crazy the second she saw that ring.

Edeline My heart stuttered in my chest. I could feel my wolf stretching, tail swishing with joy inside my mind, sending emotions to Percival that made my entire body flush with warmth. Before I could respond, I was suddenly swept into his arms. "Percival! I can walk!" I squealed, clinging to him. He smirked, silencing me with a kiss to the nose. "Not in those heels you can’t. I’m not risking you falling—not on this uneven ground, and definitely not on those planks." I huffed, but melted a little more at the care in his voice. He carried me down the dock and onto the boat, then gen

EdelineThree weeks laterI sat quietly at the kitchen island in my parents’ house, staring down at the steam rising from my cup of herbal tea. My mom was beside me, just to my left, her presence calm and familiar.“Mom,” I finally said, voice low, “I don’t know what’s going on with him. He’s just... not the same anymore.”The words left me in a soft exhale, almost like a sigh too heavy to hold in.I wanted to cry—God, I really did—but the tears just wouldn’t come. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was just exhaustion. Either way, I couldn’t let myself fall apart. Not yet.My mom reached for my hand, her fingers warm and gentle as they wrapped around mine. I glanced up and met her soft green eyes, filled with concern and something else—pain, maybe. The kind only a mother carries when she sees her child hurting.“Oh honey,” she murmured, “what happened? Did you and Percival have a fight? Why haven’t you called me? Two weeks… that’s a long time for him to shut you out. Talk to me, baby. Pleas

Edeline Still, I didn’t move. I kept my expression neutral, sitting right there in front of the mirror, trying to act like I wasn’t phased. Arms still crossed. Refusing to look at him. But I felt him closing in. He came up behind me, his presence thick and magnetic as he watched me through the mirror. I risked a glance. My heart thudded hard. He looked wrecked—bare-chested with angry cuts and gashes decorating his skin. Just basketball shorts on, blood drying on his body like he didn’t even care. His arms were massive, veined and tense, and it was getting harder to fight the urge to just… kiss him. I didn’t want to want him. But I did. And I hated that it felt out of my control.