Lahat ng Kabanata ng Carrying the cursed Alphas Heir: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Kael’s POVNo words, only the harsh stamp of boots echoing off the stone corridor. The guards walk ahead of me, their faces stoic. I do not command them. I do not stop them. I am Alpha, and still,I do nothing.I stand near the circle as the doors to the pack house creak open.And there she is.Rowan.Dressed in black. Hair tied back. Her eyes burn with quiet fury, not fear. I’ve seen warriors break with less pressure, but she walks like a queen to her own execution.Goddess, what have I done?Whispers ripple through the gathered crowd as she steps into the open. The path cleared for her looks more like a corridor of judgment than ritual.Her eyes pass right over me like I’m no one at all.No.Not no one.I’m the one who allowed this.Faces blur in my periphery,mothers pulling children closer, warriors tensing like danger is near, old men clutching prayer beads, hoping she dies quickly.I remain still, fists clenched at my sides, trying not to show any emotion.This is the right thing

Rowan’s POVMy body feels like it doesn't belong to me.“Are you hungry?” Thessaly leans into my vision, concern knitting her brows.“Do you feel any pain?” Dr. Bradley hovers beside her, already checking my vitals.What I really need is space to breathe. But I’m too weak to even lift my hand, let alone tell them to back off.My children.Panic flares in my chest, but Thessaly must catch the fear in my eyes. She squeezes my arm gently.“They’re fine. Both of them. Strong as ever.”Relief slams into me so hard it makes my head spin. I close my eyes, swallowing the sob that climbs up my throat.I thought I’d lost everything. I thought I’d died.The door bursts open.Thessaly and Dr. Bradley both turn, and I don’t need heightened senses to know who it is. Even with my scent dulled, I feel him.Alpha Kael.He stalks to my bedside, face etched with expressions unlike himself,relief, guilt, raw worry.“How are you?” he asks softly.I don’t answer. Not because I can’t, but because I won’t.T

Rowan’s POVAfter Luna Chelsea left, the silence in the room thickened. I didn’t sleep.Not truly.Sleep came in fits and bursts, shattered by dreams that weren’t dreams at all,visions of fire, ash, a crying child in the dark. I would wake with a gasp, hand curled protectively over my belly, only to remind myself that for now, we were safe. For now.By morning, I was tired of feeling like a ghost in my own skin.I dressed simply,a soft cotton tunic, leggings, and a shawl pulled around my shoulders. Something ordinary. Something grounding. The day outside was brisk and bright, sunlight dappling through the leaves with a kind of stubborn hope. I needed that.I slipped from my room quietly and wandered the winding stone paths around the pack house, hoping to find a piece of normalcy in routine. A few pack members passed me with cautious glances, nods that felt forced. I didn’t stop walking. If I stopped, I’d think. And if I thought too long, the fear would start again.I found Perrie in

Kael’s povThe scent of rain lingered in the air even though the skies hadn’t opened yet. I stood at the war table, eyes scanning the map sprawled across its surface. My fingers traced the path we’d be taking,three days through open terrain, two if we pushed hard.Carlos stood to my right, silent, waiting.“She’ll need protection,” I said at last. “Not just from threats on the road. From anyone who might... misunderstand what this trip means.”“The family of your wives” Carlos stated rather than asked.I looked up, meeting his gaze. “Yes, I want you with us.”His brow arched. “Me? You want me to babysit the supposed witch and the outcast?”I gave him a look, indicating I did not finf his sorry attempt at a joke funny. He holds my gaze for a moment before sighing.“You're just a ray of sunshine ” Sarcasm drips from his tone. “You owe me a drink when we’re back.”Before I could respond, a sudden shift in the pack link tightened across the bond,one reserved only for Elders and myself.“E

Rowan’s POVNight fell fast, like a curtain pulled over the world. The forest outside the car window was swallowed by shadows, and soon, Thessaly's breathing slowed beside me,her head resting on my shoulder, soft and warm. She had dozed off effortlessly, her hand curled between us like a child seeking comfort. I envied her for that. Sleep came easily to her, even in unfamiliar places.Carlos and the Alpha had been quiet for hours now, their low murmurs having long since faded into a comfortable silence. They weren’t the kind to talk unless there was something that needed saying. I could appreciate that.But I was wide awake.I hadn’t slept properly in weeks,maybe longer. Nights were the worst, my body aching for rest but my mind refusing to quiet. And sleeping upright? Forget it. I’d been this way since childhood. Something about the posture made me feel caged. Like I was bracing for impact."You should try to sleep, Rowan," Carlos said suddenly from the front. His voice was calm, but