All Chapters of Alpha's Bargain, Luna's curse : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 .. .Carmilla It wasn't full moon yet, but everyone already revealed their abilities to shift. The fear of the upcoming full moon event made me shiver. What excuse would I have for my inability to transform into a wolf?The sounds of different growls rung in my ears, reaching my head and causing a turmoil in my brain. Some growls were croaky, others firm and a few were more of squeaks. I had no courage to laugh at the squeaking werewolves, as I myself have neither shifted nor growled before.I heard paw steps, rather than footsteps around the corridor.All I could do was creep downwards, at the other end of the bed and squat where no one would find me. Just then, a chestnut brown wolf stood at the door. It's head poked in, scan in round the room.The black wolf which had left earlier came in, blocking the path of the brown wolf. It growled softly. The other did the same. I could hear everything they said."The lady?" the brown one hooted in a firm voice."Out there."

Chapter 13... Carmilla Fear gripped me in such a way that my feet remained fixated to the spot which Katrina had left me. Everything had been dramatically strange, leaving an eerie sensation.I began to wonder if getting married was actually the beginning of my life's torment.Still recovering from the shock, I crashed to the bed, setting with my legs crisscrossed, staring into space.The meal was there, uncovered. I had doubts about what was beneath the lids, especially if the food was poisoned."Hey." A voice jerked me into reality. I realized that Evans beta was in the room."Are you good?" His brows raised."Mhhm..." I nodded. His forehead folded, reading concern."You should rest up. Alpha has a meeting with his father. It'll be a long one." Cole replied.I swallowed on hearing the word "long one." Of course, something was obviously wrong with the death of the offender, as well as the killing of the guards.Evans' POV I squeezed the door open and forced my way in. "Father

CHAPTER 15...Carmilla I took two steps at a time, gripping the metallic railings with my left hand for support, while holding unto the only physical evidence - the napkin to prove that I wasn’t entirely crazy.My head screamed his name aloud. “Evans!”I pushed the small gate within the building, scanning the horizon for his figure, but he was not within sight. Cole – Evans’ beta was there, amidst a few maidens. Well, quite a number of them.He was the only male in the gathering. In hasty steps, I approached the company. “Hi.” Cole waved as soon as he noticed my presence.“Evans.” I swallowed. My chest rose and fell, as I was panting. “Cole, where is Evans?”He scanned my face for about two seconds before speaking. “He is quite a busy man. He’ll join us in a bit”Tightening my grip on the napkin, my voice was firmer. “Where is he right now?” This was more of a threat than a question.“Easy, easy.” Cole reply in a hushed tone. He signaled at the ladies to leave, and immediat

CHAPTER 17Russell Reeds’ eyes gleamed with a magnetic pull, his warm smile almost promising trust. It was a dangerous kind of charm—the kind that could easily lead someone astray if they weren't careful. I shook the thought off like a stubborn shadow.“I’m still curious about your relationship with my father,” I said, my voice steady as I watched his smile falter—just for a heartbeat—before snapping back into place.Without a word, he grabbed his half-filled goblet of wine and downed the rest in one greedy gulp. A loud, unashamed belch ripped from his throat, making the silverware on the table rattle. Tiny droplets of red wine clung to his thick brown beard, dripping into the plate of half-eaten food in front of him. He lifted his empty cup high into the air like a victorious warrior showing off a trophy.I frowned. I had asked a serious question, one that deserved respect—yet here he was, treating it like a game.Russell smiled lazily and nodded“Your old man and I,” he began. “We

CHAPTER 19...Evans"Father," I called again, hurrying toward him."Did you really think this could happen under my nose without me noticing?" His forehead creased with a worried expression as he stepped past me."Oh, poor child," he murmured, gently pushing Madam Sylvia aside. He lowered himself into the seat she had just vacated and brushed the back of his hand against Carmilla’s pale, parched cheek.For once, I glimpsed a trace of genuine concern in his eyes.He turned sharply to Madam Sylvia."How critical is her condition?" His voice trembled slightly beneath its usual sternness."I do not know, my lord," Sylvia answered, bowing her head low without meeting his gaze."She was stabbed with a dagger," I cut in, my voice tight with restraint."Who dared to hurt her?" he barked.I remained silent.How could I explain that the offender had been defeated with silver — and that Carmilla, against all odds, had survived? Revealing that would only provoke dangerous questions.He took Ca