Semua Bab MARKED BY THE ALPHA'S CURSE: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Selene's POV I hurried down the corridor, ignoring the way my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. My skin tingled and my cheeks ached from the heat that wouldn’t leave them. I just needed to get back to my room, now. When I finally reached it, I slipped inside, slammed the door shut behind me, and didn’t bother with the lock before throwing myself onto the bed. The softness of the pillows welcomed me, but there was no comfort in them. I buried my face deep, trying to muffle the scream rising in my throat. I kissed him. No — he had kissed me. And it felt... it felt good. My heart squeezed just thinking about it. The way his lips moved against mine, the warmth of his touch, the way my whole body seemed to spark to life like a storm had passed through me. I groaned, lifting my face from the pillow, staring up at the ceiling like it might give me answers. Why was he making me feel this way? Why did it feel like he’d just reached into my chest and messed with ever

Selene's POV. Carmen leaned in closer. “Who did you give it to?” I swallowed, the memory of that moment still vivid. “The shadowy figure.” “What?!” Carmen gasped, her hand freezing mid-scrub in the soapy water. “Why?” “I… I don’t know,” I said truthfully, rubbing my palms together. “I just felt like… I shouldn’t give it to Killian. You know how he and I are.” Carmen’s eyes narrowed, her curiosity turning sharp. “And then? What happened when you gave it to the shadowy figure?” My chest tightened as I remembered. “His voice changed, it got darker and menacing. The world got destroyed. And Killian—he screamed and then he just… turned into ashes right there.” Carmen covered her mouth, horrified. “And then the old woman—the one who said she was my grandmother, she appeared again and started crying. And the silver-haired man yelled at me. He said I chose wrong. Then everything just shifted like I was being pulled back.” A long silence passed between us. Carmen was staring a

Lucian’s POV“My lord… Soterra has escaped.” One of my men relayed to me.The words echoed in my head like a slap.I clenched my fist and my teeth. That wretched bitch, of course she fucking did.She was the messenger of the Moon goddess herself. A title like that didn’t come with chains or confinement. The moment we captured her, I should have known. She wasn’t staying because she was helpless, she was just playing us all like fools.She fooled all of us, and now she is gone.I turned sharply toward the messenger. He flinched under my glare. “Get out. Out.” My voice came out cold. I didn’t have time for his stammering.The moment he left, I let out a slow, controlled breath and then my temper snapped.I hurled the bottle of beer in my hand against the wall with a scream, the glass exploding into jagged pieces across the stone floor. The sound didn’t calm me. It made the fire worse.Michael fucking Donovan.That bastard stood before me just days ago, looking me straight in the eye l

Selene's POV.His body blocked out everything else, his gaze boring into mine like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath. My heart was thumping, and I hated that he could probably hear it.He leaned in, close enough that I felt the heat of his breath against my skin. That little smirk tugged at his lips again. “What does it look like I’m doing?”My brain stuttered. A wave of warmth bloomed in my chest, sinking all the way down to where it had no business going. I looked away quickly, my face flushed.“Don’t try kissing me again,” I warned, trying to sound firm but my voice came out shaky.He cocked a brow. “You want me to kiss you again?”I shook my head quickly. “No, I said not to.”His grin widened, slow and devastating. Then he pulled away, stepping back, giving me space again. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.“Why are you acting weird all of a sudden?” I asked, folding my arms as if tha

Killian's POV[WARNING: Mature content]I watched as Kelvin and the guards stepped out of the Inner court, his spirit was visibly broken. The moment they crossed the stone arch, I let out a long sigh. The pain of losing one’s mate… it wasn’t something you could explain. It didn’t just burn, it ripped you apart. Like claws from the inside out, like your soul was being shredded thread by thread.I’d seen a few of my people go through it. Strong wolves, hardened by war and time, reduced to nothing but trembling shadows of themselves. Even Ronan had once been one of them.He never talked about it. Not because he’d forgotten, but because somethings are better of not spoken about.His mate had been obsessed with him. She was so taken with the idea of having me that when I refused—when I didn’t return her fire, she broke. She’d tried to seduce me over and over again, desperate for my love, desperate for anything.When I kept rejecting her, and telling her to focus on Ronan, she took her own