All Chapters of The cursed mate's return : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Finnick's povThe wind had teeth now, sharp and cold, biting through clothes and skin, I wasn’t looking at the sky but was staring at him.Kade.He stood with that same calm smirk he always wore, like nothing could touch him, like even this, this was all part of his plan.Freya walked to the center of the circle, her back straight, her hands steady. Her hair whipped in the wind like fire. And gods, I couldn’t breathe looking at her.She was stronger than any of us now but even so…. I couldn’t let her face any of this alone.Kade turned to me, his voice quiet but sharp. “You think showing up now makes you worthy of her? Not even close man"I didn’t answer right away. I watched her for another second, just one more heartbeat and then looked back at him.“No,” I said. “I don’t think I’m worthy but I’m not here to prove anything to you.”He stepped closer. “You’re here to get in the way, again.”My jaw clenched. “I’m here to protect her.”“From what? Me?” He scoffed. “I never turned my ba

Finnick's pov“You think I don’t know that?” I said, my voice cracking under the weight in my chest. “You think I haven’t lived every damn day hating myself for what I did to her?”Kade stood a few feet away, arms tense, jaw tight. The Rift still glitched behind us like a warning, but my attention was locked on him.“She needed someone who made her feel seen,” Kade said coldly. “You made her feel small. I made her feel powerful.”I took a step forward, fury boiling in my blood. “ No, you used her, twisted her pain into your own very weapon.”“And what did you do?” he snapped. “Rejected her, humiliated her in front of all your mates, her mates, whole of the pack, then showed up when it was convenient for you. You think a few sorry looks and whispered apologies are enough?”My fists clenched tigher “No, I don’t but I didn’t come back because it was easy. I came back because I couldn’t breathe without her. Because she is everything I never knew I needed.”Kade’s laugh was dry. “oh, sorr

Freya's pov "Where am I…?"My voice echoed around me, swallowed by the strange, endless space. It was like being underwater_quiet, heavy, cold.But I wasn’t drowning. I was floating.Darkness stretched in every direction, stitched with flickers of siver light. No wind, no ground beneath my feet. Just… stillness.Then a whisper shove through the silence."Freya…""Daughter of two worlds. Keeper of the broken line."“Who’s there?” I turned around fast, heart racing. “Show yourself!”Suddenly, light burst in front of me_a shimmer that shaped itself into something real.A woman, pale hair, silver eyes. The same eyes I saw in flashes before. Her face was soft but sad now.And I knew her.“…Mom?” I whispered.She smiled faintly. “You remember me.”I stepped closer, tears already forming. “I saw you before. In visions. Laughing in the woods. Holding me…”“You were just a baby,” she said gently. “We thought we’d have more time.”Behind her, the light moved again, this time, a tall man steppe

Finnick's pov The ground trembled under our feet, a low, strange vibration humming through the soil. It rose up through my boots and rattled my bones like something deep and ancient had just woken up. Kade froze beside me, his breath fogging the air. His blade was already in his hand.“You feel that?” he asked, low and tight.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.I felt it more than that I knew it.My hand went to my sword, fingers curling tight around the hilt. Not from fear but from instinct. From the sudden, sharp sense that something was about to change, and there’d be no going back.The wind shifted. Leaves rustled in waves like whispers from unseen mouths. Then the hum deepened into a roar, and a pulse of energy surged outward from the Rift, slamming into us like a wall.Another tremor hit, sharper this time. The trees groaned under the pressure. The air around us turned thick, heavy, electric. Every hair on my body stood up.Then a sound cracked through the sky, but it wasn't thu

Freya's pov I dreamed in pieces, not even like before when dreams were just echoes of memory, soft and unfinished. No, these were jagged, shattered.Flashing too fast to hold onto, like someone had taken my soul and smashed it on a stone floor, and now I was crawling across the shards trying to put it all back together.A hallway, a child’s hand in mine, a golden room, a scream, maybe mine.And always the Rift, pulsing like a heartbeat I couldn’t shut out.When I opened my eyes, the world was quiet. I blinked against the blur, the soft light, the strange weight in my limbs. I was wrapped in a cloak, one I didn’t recognize, sitting against a smooth stone wall, the air around me heavy with smoke and pine and the scent of blood.“Awake?”I turned my head too fast. Pain shot through my skull. Finnick sat nearby, not too far. He looked exhausted. One arm bandaged, a line of dried blood across his jaw. His eyes never left mine. Watching. Measuring.“What…?” I started, my voice a rasp. “Wha