Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

André’s POVI held the knife up to the light, letting the dim glow of the dungeon cast warped shadows across the blade. It was sharp freshly honed made for precise, intimate work. Not the kind of blade you used for killing. No, this one was made for reminding.Kendrick’s eyes followed my hand. He was trying not to show fear, but the slight twitch in his jaw gave him away. Good. Fear made the pain more interesting.“I want you to understand something,” I said calmly as I crouched before him. “I’m not doing this for information anymore. I already know what I need. This… this is for me.”He flinched when the cold tip of the knife traced his cheek, drawing a faint line of red. A surface wound. Nothing deep. Not yet.“You wanted to take my crown. You plotted with rogues. You sent spies into my pack. And now…” I smiled, “You’re going to repay me in flesh.”I dragged the blade down his chest, cutting through the fabric of his shirt. He tensed when it touched skin. I didn't press yet just let

Andre's POV The sun was already about to set, its light dulled by the thick clouds gathering above. A chill rode the evening wind, brushing over my face as I walked beside Xander toward the beheading ground. Gravel crunched under our boots, and every step echoed in the heavy silence that had settled over the pack.I could feel the tension thick in the air watchful eyes, held breaths, and hearts racing beneath fur and flesh. Word had spread fast. Public executions didn’t happen often in my reign, but when they did… they left a mark.The ground was stained from years past. Blood clung to the stone like it refused to be forgotten, a grim reminder of what happened to those who turned their backs on us. Today, it would remember a new name.The maid, her name no longer mattered was dragged forward by two guards. She didn’t fight, didn’t scream. Just let herself be pulled forward like a woman already dead inside. Her head was lowered, a burlap sack covering her face. I didn’t care to see th

GENEVIEVE’S POVI pulled the duvet up to my chest and just sat there for a moment, staring at nothing. My body was still buzzing, but my mind… it was all over the place. I kept replaying what just happened. The way I gave in so easily. The way I moaned his name like it was the only word I knew. The way I begged him to go harder, faster. I begged. That’s not like me. At all. But I did it.And the worst part? I didn’t even regret it.Maybe it’s because I’ve accepted that this is my life for the next six months. Maybe I’ve decided that if I have to be here, I might as well enjoy the one thing he offers that makes me forget how messed up this arrangement is. Or maybe… maybe it’s because of the way he looked earlier commanding the room while talking about the maid who betrayed the pack. Cold. Powerful. He should’ve terrified me. But instead, I couldn’t look away.I had to walk away from him then, just to catch my breath. To tell myself to snap out of it. But when he followed me inside… I d

André’s POVI woke before dawn. Sleep hadn’t claimed me for long again. It hovered just out of reach every time I shut my eyes, like a ghost I couldn’t grasp. My thoughts were restless, looping and snarling like wolves in a cage, and all of them came back to her. Genevieve.Specifically, what she said yesterday. I told myself it didn’t matter. That her words were insignificant. She was just a girl bound to me by a contract a means to an end. Nothing more. But that was a lie. And worse, I knew it.Her voice, quiet but firm, kept playing in my head on a maddening loop. Every syllable curled around my mind like smoke thick, clinging, impossible to breathe through. I needed air. Space. Distance.I left the pack house without a word, the heavy door creaking shut behind me. The early morning chill bit at my skin as I walked, but I welcomed the discomfort. Let it distract me.The compound was just beginning to stir. A few wolves were already out some in human form, others shifting mid-stride

GENEVIEVEThe sound of the obsidian doors closing behind us echoed like a verdict deep and final, sealing us off from everything that had just happened inside. It lingered in the air, a shiver crawling down my spine like a warning I couldn’t quite shake.André’s hand was still in mine, firm and warm. His grip hadn’t loosened since we left the council chamber, and even though he looked composed on the outside, houlders squared, jaw locked, I could feel the tension pulsing beneath his skin. It was like touching a live current. There was no tremble in his fingers, but the heat pouring off him told a different story. He was still riding the high of it all. The confrontation. The kill. The power.I could feel it thrumming inside him and some twisted part of me responded to it.We walked side by side through the courtyard in silence. Dawn had unfurled fully across the horizon, brushing the fortress stones with a raw, almost feverish gold. It was too bright, too soft for the things we’d lef