All Chapters of The cursed mate's return : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Freya's pov The god stood tall above the battlefield. Smoke curled from its wings. Its eyes held stars—and storms. It didn’t breathe, never blinked. It simply watched, as if deciding who would die first.Wolves fell silent.Even Kade knelt, his head bowed, trembling. But I didn’t bow, I possiblely couldn’t.The fire inside me was burning hotter than ever. Not wild. Not out of control but clear__Focused.“Freya,” Finnick said softly beside me. “What is that thing?”I swallowed hard. “A Flame-Taker. A being born from the first war between gods and wolves. It feeds on power. It lives off flame.”Riven stepped forward. “It came through the gate because of you.”“No,” I said, steady now. “It came because of Kade. But it’s here because of me.” The god’s voice rolled like thunder. "The gate is open. The flame belongs to me.”Then it moved__Fast and thenToo fast.A blur of smoke and fire striking down three wolves in seconds. They didn’t even scream or sob they just turned to ash instantly

Freya’s pov Time came to a standstill, but the impending danger lurked on. Now Kade stood before us, right infront of us, the energy in the air thick with tension. My heart racing as I tried to come in alignment with the nightmare that was unfolding. The ancient dagger rested in the grasp of Kade, reflecting the gentle starlight that cut through the clouds. I had thought the god’s flame was the worst of my fears, but now, Kade—Alpha Kade—the very man who has brazenly attempted to use me for his own purposes was ready to finish what he started. Kade’s voice was a low growl filled with a dark intent. “You think this is over?” He made his promises. Every word left his mouth felt like it landed a punch in my stomach. “The god’s power doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to me.” Before I could even digest what was happening, I felt the god inside me, its power stirring in my very essence. He came to claim it for himself; my worst possible nightmare. “They shall not have you,” Finn

Freya's pov The silence after the flash of light was suffocating, a Calm sparkle settling over the battlefield. I stood frozen, my hands still on air the power within me lurking with a new intensity. My heart was beating in my chest, my mind leaving coating my vision, trying to understand and analyse what had just happened.Finnick standing beside me, his expressions confused and unreadable, searching through darkness for any sign of movement. The wolves from Kade’s pack still frozen, their glare flicking nervously, between us and the darkened woods behind them.“What just happened now?” Finnick asked, his voice barely loud over the pounding of my heartbeat."I don’t know,” I whispered back, my glare locked on the space where the light effect had once struck. The air felt energized, almost as if that very atmosphere had shifted to another side. Something had changed, something deep.And then it pushed me.But I wasn’t alone.Before I could process the whole thing, a figure emerged b

Finnick's POVI couldn’t breathe as I gasp for air. It hurts, watching Freya pass through all these when I couldn't offer any assistance to her pierces through me. The unsettled wind knocked me off my thought, I couldn't focus on anything far except her. Freya. She stood there, just a few feets away, her face filled with the kind of pain I couldn’t heal away. Her eyes, those eyes, haunted me more than the enemy did. The betrayal spinning around her, the rage, the hurt. I’d put that look in them.Riven.My heart diced painfully at the sight of him, foolishly standing there beside Kade. The wolf I had once nurtured into an ally, a friend like a brother__now a traitor. The man who'd helped us fight, helped us prepare for what was coming, was now helping Kade__the enemy to crumble us.How did we get here? How'd I allowed this to happen__get to this extent?“I told you this was how it'd to be,” Riven said, his voice empty. “Freya’s power is too dangerous__too much for her. She can’t hand

The battlefield around me hot, a blur of growls, gnashing of teeth, and the violent clash of knives. But none of it mattered to me. My eyes were fixed on her—on Freya, my own. She stood near the corners of the forest, the power lurking around her like an unquenchable storm, a force I could never fully touch. Every part of me yelled at me to reach out, to bring her back from whatever route she was walking, but it was as though she'd already gone, gone too far beyond my reach.I tried to approach her, but my legs felt like they were leaving me behind. The power around us both was cheering. She was standing alone, a lone sheep surrounded by the flickering of shadows and light, yet I couldn’t slide through. The wall she’d built between us was not pentrateble, and the more I tried to smash it down, the more my chest pierced.I couldn’t let go off her , can't lose her. Not now. Not after these whole thing.But the truth sank into my chest like an ice: she was already slipping off my hands.