All Chapters of Curse of the Reclaimed Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Edeline  The sunlight poured through my bedroom window, and the turquoise curtains threw this soft, underwater glow all over the walls. For a moment, I just laid there, feeling... calm. Like, genuinely calm. It was as if everything—the chaos, the heartbreak, Percival’s memories of that whole hellish mess—had drifted far, far away. Last night really helped. But let’s be real—I’m not stupid. I know pain doesn’t just vanish. And I still need him to show me he’s in this for real. That he’s not going to break me again. Deep down, I know he’s good. He’s a kind wolf. So it’s not that I don’t want this matebond. It’s just...

Edeline  Over breakfast, we talked about my parents—how they acted like two teenagers head over heels. We laughed about it, and then he got quiet. Told me his mom had stopped by. That she wanted him to bond with his younger brother. That she missed him, wanted to make things right. But he couldn’t bring himself to forgive her, even though he knew he probably should. Hearing that? It broke my heart a little. Realizing who she truly was, behind the mask of a loving Luna… It must’ve shattered something deep inside him. “The mating picnic will be attended by both Conor and Maximus’s pack. They’re expected to arrive today,” Percival said, watching me carefully, clearly gauging my reaction. 

Edeline  I laid back on the bed, completely bare, feeling the weight of the moment. My wolf inside me watched him, this powerful man, this mate of mine. I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy as I took him in—he was everything, big and strong, all ours. His muscles flexed as he breathed in deeply, like he was tasting the air. His body seemed to hum with the vibration of it all, especially when his eyes locked on me, on the part of me that was soaking with desire. I could feel the pull between us, the chemistry. He moistened his lips, his voice rough, "You smell so damn good," he growled, moving over me, not quite between my legs, but close enough to make my heart race. He leaned down, his body pressing against mine. I breathed him in, feeling his skin, his warmth

Edeline  I climbed the forest trail that ran beside the waterfall, my eyes blurry, stinging from the tears that hadn’t quite fallen yet. Tucked under my arm was the trunk. The one full of memories. Heavy and aching like my chest. My mind kept circling back to Darius. We used to laugh at the dumbest things, like really laugh. The kind that makes your ribs hurt. The first time I ever saw him cry was during The Notebook—he tried to hide it, but I caught him. The last time he cried was on his seventeenth birthday, the day he shifted for the first time. He told me it was no big deal. That the pain wasn’t all that bad. But when I went throu

Edeline  A long silence passed between us. “So yes,” he finally admitted, “I started working with Tatiana. I told myself it was strategic. I told myself it was for you. But the truth is... I just wanted to win. I wanted you, Edeline. I wanted you so fucking bad. But I was sick. My mind... it was never right.” He looked haunted now—so much older than I remembered. “When I met my mate, I told myself it was a second chance. That I’d find someone else to build a future with. But she wasn’t you. And that twisted part of me… it started to resent her. I convinced myself she was the obstacle. That she’d steal my last chance with you.”&nbs