Lahat ng Kabanata ng The cursed mate's return : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Finnick's pov “You’re hiding something,” I growled, sword ready as the dark figure stepped closer.His face was shadowed, but I could see the cruel twist of his lips.“Kade,” I said again, hoping to reach the man I once knew.He laughed, a sound full of hate. “You want Kade? He’s gone.”Behind him, the pack shifted, their eyes wild and restless. Not just wolves this time.“Why? Why have you come back like this?” I demanded, the ache in my side forgotten for now.He snarled. “Because the Rift showed me the truth. It showed me power. And I won’t lose to you.”Freya stepped forward, her hands glowing gold.“Don’t let him fool you,” she warned, voice trembling but fierce. “He’s not the same.”The double, her shadow twin, hovered behind her, whispering promises of ruin.Suddenly, the watcher raised a hand, dark energy surged like a storm.The trees bent as if pushed by invisible wind.“Enough talk,” he hissed. “Let’s end this.”The first clash was brutal.Kade’s pack lunged like a wave, t

Freya's pov The morning sun struggled through the thick canopy, casting mottled light across the grand hall of the Whiteclaw Pack’s stronghold. The air was heavy, charged with anticipation and unspoken fury.I stood silently by Finnick’s side, my heart pounding louder than the steady thrum of the pack’s daily rituals. The scent of old stone and burning incense mingled with the sharp tang of authority, embodied by the woman sitting on the ornate throne ahead Luna Margot, matriarch of the Whiteclaw Pack and Finnick’s mother.Her eyes were cold, calculating, like polished obsidian and fixed on us with a fury that could scorch the earth. She had summoned us here, no doubt to deliver another warning, another command to keep me away.But today, something inside Finnick was different. I could see it in the set of his jaw, the fire in his eyes. Today, he was ready to fight.Luna’s voice sliced through the silence like a dagger. “Finnick Logan. I see you bring this… Freya Kael into my presenc

Finnick's pov"You're shaking," I said quietly.Freya didn’t answer right away. Her shoulders were stiff, her breath uneven. I kept my arms around her as we knelt on the cold stone floor of the great hall.The others had already left, some casting us wary glances, others avoiding eye contact completely. They had heard everything. They had felt it.“I’m fine,” she whispered.“No, you’re not,” I said. I knew her better than anyone now. Her body tried to be strong, but I could feel her heart racing through her back. “You don’t have to be. Not here. Not with me.”She leaned into me then, just a little. It was enough.The room still echoed with Luna’s words. Her rage, her warning. But I didn’t regret a single thing I said. I had waited too long to speak the truth, and now it was out. There was no turning back.“I didn’t think she’d hate me that much,” Freya said after a moment, voice soft and bitter.I let out a slow breath. “She doesn’t hate you. She hates what you represent.”She pulled

Finnick's povThe keep had never felt so quiet.Not even in the dead of night, not even when the wind stopped and the fire died and the world held its breath. This was a deeper silence. A silence that followed something sharp. Something that couldn’t be undone.I stood at the high window in the Alpha’s chamber—my chamber now. The one my father once ruled from. The one Luna Margot had claimed for years. And now… now it was mine.Freya slept behind me.She had curled against the furs after helping bind my wounds. Her fingers had been gentle, but her eyes—her eyes were harder than I’d ever seen. As if a piece of her had been carved away last night, and what remained was leaner. Sharper.I didn’t blame her.She had watched me bleed for her place here. For my own place too.And though we’d won, it hadn’t been easy.It never would be.The sun was just rising, gold streaks across the mountains. I watched as light spilled over the edges of the forest, touching the tops of the birch trees with

Finnick's pov Behind us the dark waited.“Did you hear that?” Kye asked, his voice sharp.Rowan pulled his horse to a slow stop beside mine, already scanning the tree line.I heard it too, faint, like metal dragging across stone. Too faint to be natural. Too deliberate to be a mistake.We were deep in the western pass now, past the last border torch. The dark here felt alive. It moved, breathing with the trees, waiting in the cracks of the earth.Mira dropped to a crouch beside the trail. “There,” she whispered, pointing to a patch of disturbed moss. “Fresh tracks. Big. Two-legged.”Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Not a wolf?”“No. But heavy. Like they were dragging something.”“A body?” Kye asked grimly.“Or a weapon.”I didn’t speak. I just dismounted, landing light on my feet. The weight of leadership pressed against my shoulders like iron. But under it, something older stirred.Fear? No. Not quite.It was instinct. Wolf-deep. The kind that rises when something unnatural enters the land