All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Genevieve’s POV The days blurred. André remained quiet, his body slowly healing while his mind wandered through shadows I couldn’t reach. He was present, but only in the physical sense. He spoke sometimes, asked simple questions “What time is it?”, “Where’s the healer?” but nothing about himself. Nothing about us. And though I told myself to be patient, that healing wasn’t linear, every time he looked at me like I was a stranger, it scraped a little deeper into my heart. But today felt different. Not brighter exactly, but lighter somehow. His eyes had lingered a little longer when I helped him sit up this morning. His hand didn’t twitch away from mine when I brushed his hair back from his face. It wasn’t recognition. But it was a shift. And that was enough to make me try something I hadn’t dared to before. I stood beside the old trunk in the healer’s quarters one I had been using to keep my few belongings and gently pulled out the folded bundle of red silk tucked carefully at the

Genevieve’s POV The room settled after Benny left, but the air between André and me still held a tension that hadn’t existed before. It wasn’t uncomfortable l at least, not for me. It felt like something had cracked open, like the surface of him had split just enough for a piece of the man I loved to peer through. And what I saw… it was his.André sat on the edge of the cot, staring at his hands like they didn’t belong to him. His shoulders were still tense, like his body hadn’t received the message that the threat had passed. I sat beside him without speaking, careful not to touch him just yet. I didn’t want to push. His breath came unevenly, but slower now, the sharp edge of that earlier instinct beginning to fade.I waited.Eventually, he broke the silence.“I don’t know why I reacted like that.”His voice was quiet, rough in his throat. He wasn’t looking at me his eyes were fixed on a point somewhere on the floor, lost in a struggle between instinct and confusion. “It just… happe

André’s POV –The dream didn’t come gently. It dragged me under like a rip current, sudden and disorienting, pulling me through something that wasn’t quite memory but wasn’t fantasy either. The world around me was a blur of shadows and red light, thick with smoke and noise, but none of it clear. Everything pulsed to a beat I couldn’t place music, maybe, but distorted, like it had been slowed down and buried beneath water. The air felt heavy, saturated with perfume and sweat and something else something sharp, electric, alive.I didn’t know where I was. I couldn’t name the place. But I knew how it made me feel. Powerful. Cold. And oddly, deeply focused. I was standing in the center of the chaos, unmoving, and all around me people shifted and moved, their faces blurred, voices distant. None of them mattered. Only one person did.She stepped into view like the eye of a storm. Her silhouette cut through the haze, confident and bold, every movement fluid with purpose. Her hair was dark and

Genevieve’s POV The house had gone still for the night. The fire in the hearth was down to glowing embers, casting a soft amber flicker across the wooden walls. André was sleeping peacefully for once, his breathing steady and untroubled as he lay stretched on the cot. He’d taken longer than usual to settle tonight, still exhausted after the emotion of seeing Keira again, but I could feel the shift in him the safety, the trust. He wasn’t afraid anymore.I was about to step out and make tea when I noticed Keira already sitting at the kitchen table, her legs curled beneath her, cradling a mug of something steaming. She must’ve found the tea herself, or maybe the scent had drawn her. Her braid had come undone, strands falling over her shoulders. She looked younger in the firelight, like the war had dropped away from her shoulders for just one evening.I approached slowly, not wanting to intrude.“You couldn’t sleep either?” I asked quietly, careful not to disturb the hush of the house.K

Genevieve’s POV The sun was beginning to dip behind the treeline, casting long golden shadows across the kitchen floor. Keira had left an hour ago, heading out to visit old friends in the southern ridge, promising she’d be back before nightfall. The house had gone quiet in her absence peaceful, warm. The air smelled faintly of tea leaves and something sweet André had tried to help me bake earlier. He’d failed spectacularly, but it hadn’t mattered. He’d laughed. A real laugh, not hollow or polite. I’d held onto the sound like it was something sacred.Now, he stood near the window, arms folded across his chest, watching the light shift through the glass. The evening glow hit the side of his face, outlining the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his brow, the soft shadows under his eyes. He looked… like himself. Not just the shell of the man I’d been caring for. André Vitale. Alpha. Warrior. Lover. The man who once held me so tightly I forgot how to stand on my own and then taught me