Semua Bab Carrying the cursed Alphas Heir: Bab 11 - Bab 19

Rowan's povThe Moonlight dance Festival. A night meant to honor the Goddess and celebrate the full bloom of spring. A night of music, lanterns, laughter,and masks. Fitting, I think, considering how many people in this pack wear one every day.Including me.Thessaly clasps the final hook at the back of my gown, and I barely recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror.The dress is a shade of deep charteuse, but under the lantern light it will shimmer with hints of gold and emerald. The fabric clings to me like silk and spills into a gentle flare just past my hips. Bare shoulders, a low back, and slits on both sides that flirt with every step. I haven’t worn anything this daring in my life.My hair, usually tied in a tight ponytail or braided out of convenience, flows around my shoulders in soft waves. Thessaly had insisted on weaving tiny threads of silver into the strands, catching the light with every movement. A crescent-moon clip holds one side in place, revealing a sharp

Kael’s POVThe scent of howler’s bane still clings to my coat. Subtle. Bitter. Laced with cowardice.I should’ve torn the damn festival apart the moment I saw Rowan’s pale face. Should’ve forced every wolf to shift and sniff out the traitor,the one who dared to challenge me.But panic is weakness, and I can’t afford that. Not now. Not with her safety hanging by a thread.I walk into the council chamber like a storm. The Elders are already gathered, cloaked in their smug calmness, seated at the crescent table like they own the bones of this pack. Some frown, clearly hungover and irritated I dragged them out of bed so early after the festival.Elder Thera sits stiffly upright, her eyes flicking briefly to the space beside me,as if expecting Rowan.Elder Marros leans back, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Ever the patient serpent.“Alpha,” Thera begins, her voice smooth, rehearsed. “We received word you called for an emergency—”“Someone tried to poison Rowan,” I cut in, voice cold as

Rowan's POVFive days have passed since the Moonlight Dance Festival,I’m officially assigned a shadow just after my little sparring session with Thoran.Though I told the Alpha I didn’t care who it was, I can’t deny I’m relieved by his choice.Beta Carlos.Second-in-command to the Alpha, husband to Andrea—who happens to be close friends with Luna Chelsea. Even before everything happened, Beta Carlos was one of the few who didn’t treat me like dirt beneath his boots. We never spoke, but silence, I’ve learned, is far kinder than the venom others spit.Since the announcement, he’s followed me like a silent sentinel. Every time I leave my room,rare as it is,he’s there. Quiet. Unassuming. Stoic, with the same unreadable expression his Alpha wears like armor. I’ve only left for the kitchen or to wander the gardens, but he’s always a few steps behind.Today, though, I need more than air.I need answers.For three days, I’ve tried to recreate that strange surge of power I felt during the fes

Rowan's POVI wait.For three days, I wait for the Alpha’s wrath.It’s the strangest kind of torment,this silence. I had expected fury, punishment, maybe even exile. Instead, nothing. Just the relentless ticking of time and the whisper of footsteps outside my door that always stop short.I can hardly believe what I did. I'm not weak,never have been,but I’ve always been level-headed, measured. Now, something inside me has shifted, uncoiled. Ever since that day at the infirmary, I haven’t felt like myself. There’s a storm building under my skin.Every creak of the hallway makes my stomach twist. I expect Alpha Kael to burst through the door and order my execution.But he never comes.And I don’t know what’s worse,his absence or the fear that it means something far more calculated.I doubt he’ll show up at my infirmary appointment today. The thought offers a sliver of peace. Thessaly insisted on accompanying me, claiming she wouldn’t be anywhere else. Her presence is one of the few thing

Rowan's povThe day had started, whispers of the witch all over the pack, Thessaly had tried her best not to let me hear, but she can only prevent so much.It was the only thing on everyone's lips, they had seen the witch before, she had come to try and break the Alpha’s curse, she had failed.Some say she only honored the call to prove herself, to show though she may not be able to break the curse, she can provide answers nobody else can, to prove she is still the greatest witch alive."Don't think too much" Thessaly tells me, she takes the herb from my fingers and put it in the herb basket.Thessaly had suggested picking herbs to calm our minds, Perrie had surprisingly insistedon accompanying us."It's not good for the baby Row, just breathe in fresh air and try to relax" Perrie advises.Thessaly shoots her an irritated look which she doesn't catchThessaly didn't want Perrie to come, I literally had to beg her and then I had to beg her to play nice."I'm fine actually " I lie. "I h