All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha's Rejected Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SELENEA choking scent of herbal medicine dragged me back to consciousness.Warmth cradled me. Light spilled through a small window, soft and golden, as I blinked against the glow. The place smelled of wildflowers, smoke, and something old. I pushed myself up slowly, wincing.I was inside a modest cottage, rustic and steeped in tradition. Animal skins draped the walls, alongside weathered totems and delicate carvings of wolves. My wrist, which I remembered being badly injured, was completely healed. Not a single bruise or mark. What was more surprising... I felt normal. No heaviness. I was dressed in a traditional saree, patterned with celestial symbols, fitting me so perfectly it felt as if it had been tailored by fate. On the floor near the door were a pair of woven sandals, waiting.Voices murmured outside. I crept to the door, and the first thing that hit me was a gust of cool, salty breeze. My breath caught.A breathtaking shore spread before me—children laughing, dancing in th

ALPHA KAITH“God damn it, Dad! Can you just be fucking honest for once?!” I cried as soon as we got released.“Oh right! Honesty!” Dad shouted back, eyes blazing as he stared us down. “Not only did you all do something as stupid as go to the Union Hall without permission, but you got yourselves in trouble?”“Screw that, Dad!” I yelled, stepping forward, voice sharp with rage. “For my entire life, I have done everything you’ve asked for. I’ve never disobeyed you. I married the person you demanded. I ignored my heart. Selene is suffering, and it all began with me — so please, forgive me if I wanna demand answers!”I roared, my chest heaving, voice shaking.“All of us felt it. We saw it. All the Alphas — all of you — share something with Draven, something deeper than that hatred bullshit you make us believe!” I paused, jabbing my finger toward him, eyes locked on his. “We deserve to know the truth, because whether you like it or not, this war has just begun — and we’re part of it. Whethe

DRAVEN“But Lord!” Jared called out, urgency woven into every word. “The war is here—whether we admit it or not!”“He’s right, Lord,” Elder Seth added, grave and steady. “Five graves were dug out. Empty. Desecrated. We don’t know what kind of witchcraft this is—we have no idea what we’re up against.”I exhaled slowly, pressure pounding at my temples. My eyes scanned the anxious faces gathered in the chamber, the weight of their expectations resting squarely on my shoulders.“Listen,” I said, voice level but commanding. “I get it. I know what you're all hoping for—and I’ll give you my verdict.”Every ear leaned in. Every breath stalled.“I don’t know what the hell is happening—but Old Lady Jade… she might.”A sharp scoff broke out.“That old hag? They’re getting involved now? After everything?” Elder Justin spat bitterly.“Careful, Justin,” Elder Martin interjected coolly. “Whether we like it or not, she’s the oldest werewolf still breathing—the Lord’s own grandmother. Her knowledge sp

DRAVEN“Yes, I do!”Three simple words—yet they carried the weight of a lifetime. In that moment, they were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.I didn’t hesitate. I lifted her gently from the spring, her warm, naked body resting perfectly in my arms. Water glistened across her glowing skin, catching the light of the half-moon above. She clung to me with soft laughter, her fingers curling into my shoulder as I carried her to the place I had prepared.“You came prepared,” she chuckled, her voice soft and teasing as I laid her down onto the smooth, vast red sheet. Moonlight draped over her body like silk, highlighting every curve, every delicate breath that rose from her chest.A jar of red grape wine waited beside us, along with a handful of chilled grapes I had plucked earlier. I reached for the jar and smiled. “Yes, little wolf,” I murmured, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “This… this is the beginning of everything. Our family. Our future.”She looked up at me with a gaz

SELENE.A smile tugged at my lips as I lay beside him, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. He looked almost unreal in the soft morning hush—his features sculpted like a Roman statue, kissed with the wildness of a Norse god. My fingers moved on instinct, tracing the curve of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw.My wolf stirred inside me, a soft, pleased hum echoing through my being. This warmth—this serenity—I’d never known it until now. So this is what it meant to have a mate. To feel anchored and free all at once. To be overwhelmed by the simple beauty of existing beside someone who makes the whole world feel… right.He stirred beneath my gaze, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he blinked open those storm-silver eyes.“Morning, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep, yet so full of warmth it made my heart stumble.“Morning,” I whispered back, pushing myself up on one elbow. The dawn light poured in, golden and gentle, bathing the room in a soft