Semua Bab The Alpha's Cursed vow: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The moon hung high, its pale light casting shadows across the Blackveil Pack's land. The night was eerily quiet, the chaos of the earlier battle now replaced by a heavy silence that felt suffocating. Seraphina's body ached, the magic she had unleashed earlier still pulsing beneath her skin, but the sense of dread that had followed the shadow wolves lingered, gnawing at her soul.Dorian had insisted on keeping watch over her as she rested, but Seraphina knew he was troubled. His usually impenetrable demeanor had cracked ever since the fight, his mind clouded with fear and frustration. They had won the battle, but at what cost?Dorian was still haunted by the idea of the curse, but she could see the subtle changes in him. The hesitation, the way he began to look at her with more than just duty in his eyes. It was as if he was starting to believe that they could actually break the curse. But then, there was something else, something off about the way the pack moved around them like the s

The forest was not kind at night.The cold crept in slowly, wrapping around Seraphina's bones like ice-laced fingers. She didn't know how long she had been walking minutes, hours, maybe longer. Time had lost meaning the moment she left the Blackveil gates behind, cast out with nothing but the weight of her own heartbeat and the echo of Dorian's silence.Leaves cracked beneath her boots, and each step sounded louder than it should have, like the forest was listening.She wasn't crying. She told herself that over and over, lips pressed together so tightly they hurt. But her eyes burned, and the tremble in her fingers betrayed the truth her pride refused to admit. She had given them everything. She had given him everything.And in return, they gave her exile.The pain wasn't in the banishment it was in the look he gave her. Dorian hadn't needed to speak; his eyes had said enough. Not fury. Not regret. Just... resignation. Like she was already gone, like choosing the pack over her had bee

The wind howled through the clearing as Orion drew the runes in ash and salt, his voice low and firm."Again."Seraphina's shoulders trembled with effort. The magic burned under her skin like molten fire, rising in waves, untamed and angry. It had a pulse now, separate from her own stronger, darker. She gritted her teeth, forcing it down, willing the heat to recede into her bones.But it wouldn't obey.The flames at her fingertips danced wildly, shifting color from gold to a sickly green. The air thickened, and the circle beneath her cracked.She staggered, dropping to her knees. Orion's hand was at her back in an instant, steady but unyielding. "You're not listening to it. You're trying to control it.""Because it's mine," she snapped, her voice hoarse. "I should be able to command it."He didn't flinch. "It doesn't work that way. You're not dealing with elemental fire anymore. This is blood magic. It's alive. And right now, it's not sure you're strong enough to wield it." She

The clearing burned with unnatural heat.Flames danced along the edges of the runes carved into the earth, their glow pulsing in rhythm with Seraphina's breath. Sweat dripped down her spine, her body trembling from the strain of holding the spell steady.It wasn't just a ritual.It was a gamble.She had studied the passage a dozen times in Morgana's journal, tracing each symbol, memorizing every word of warning."Fire is the blood of truth. Once summoned, it cannot lie. But it does not give without taking."Orion stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, his expression tight with unease. "You're not ready for this," he said for the third time."I wasn't ready for the curse either," Seraphina murmured. "But it came anyway."Her voice was low, steady. But inside, a storm brewed.She had to know.She had to see beyond the veil of fate and fear. To understand what her ancestors had started and what it would truly take to end it. The curse was no longer a shadow on the horizon. It was

The forest felt different at night colder, watchful. Not even the wind dared stir as Seraphina and Dorian crossed into Blackveil territory. The silence wasn't peaceful it was oppressive, the kind that pressed against their ribs and whispered of things best left untouched.Seraphina walked slightly ahead, her steps guided more by instinct than sight. Her magic hummed just beneath her skin, reactive and uneasy. The trees were too still, the night too quiet. It wasn't just that the pack lands were abandoned. It was like something had stolen the soul of the forest itself.Dorian's presence remained at her back solid, grounding, and tense with an energy that hadn't faded since their return. Ever since Morgana's warning days before, the bond between them had begun to throb with something deeper than connection. It was pain now. Pressure. As though time were closing in on them, and their fate was being etched into the bones of the world.He hadn't said much since they crossed the borders, bu