All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GENEVIEVE'S POV I felt him long before I saw him.The floorboards in the corridor hummed under each deliberate footstep, vibrating through the mattress and into my bones like a distant drumbeat announcing the return of a conquering king. A faint rasp of leather over wool, the metallic brush of a buckle every few strides tiny, ordinary noises amplified by the hush that followed him everywhere. They built a tension in the room, a pressure that flattened the air until even breathing felt like pulling cloth through my lungs.So I stayed utterly still back propped against the carved headboard, knees drawn up beneath the thin silk robe he’d left me in earlier listening. When his stride paused outside the door, the silence turned lethal. That single heartbeat of anticipation was a blade poised at my throat: silver-bright, razor-sure.Then the latch clicked.A spill of hallway light knifed across the floorboards, and André filled the doorway like a storm fills a sky. His shoulders seemed eve

ANDRE'S POV Camila’s voice faded into the background as Kiera tugged her toward the breakfast room, both of them alight with girlish energy I hadn't seen in years. It made me smile, it's been long since the three of us were together and so this made me smile a bunch, but my mind somehow drifted off to Genevieve and how she reacted this morning.I trailed behind them, my body present but mind tethered to the woman upstairs wrapped in a towel and a war of silences. Genevieve's voice lingered in my head“Introduce me as what?” a blade disguised as a question.Camila chatted about croissants, the disaster of men in Milan, and how she’d nearly punched a French nobleman for trying to buy her virtue with a yacht. Kiera howled with laughter, hanging on every word. They were oblivious to the storm rumbling under my skin.The moment we stepped into the breakfast room, the staff rushed to serve. Platters of roasted vegetables, sliced fruit, toast, eggs, smoked meats an unnecessary display, but e

GENEVIEVE’S POVCamila smiled as if she hadn’t just whispered venom in my ear.I watched her carefully now, my eyes trailing her every move. She sat beside Kiera again, crossing one leg over the other like she belonged, like she had always belonged in this place, beside him. And the moment André’s name was brought up again in conversation, she lit up as if just the mention of him was a spark she’d been waiting to catch.Kiera laughed at something Camila said, and Camila tilted her head back, all elegance and easy grace. They spoke about old memories times before I arrived here, moments I had no place in. Every now and then, Camila would throw in a detail only someone close to André would know. The way he took his coffee, the expression he wore when he was thinking too hard. She wove herself into the conversation like thread through fabric.I sat there silently, trying not to flinch. But I saw it, I could see through the facade she was putting on after all she had shown me her true col

ANDRÉ’S POV I found her outside, I've been looking for since I managed to calm Camila and there she was standing and talking with Alpha Benjamin. The moment I stepped into the open air, my eyes found her like they were made to. Her silhouette was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, outlined like something sacred. Her back was straight, composed, but not tense like it often was around me. Her silky hair, pulled into a loose tie, danced gently with the breeze, catching the light in strands of gold and copper. She looked… peaceful.She stood beside him Alpha Benjamin, or Benny since that's what he prefers. That damned polished, good-hearted alpha who everyone seemed to trust. Including her.They were close. Too close. And she was smiling. Not the tight, guarded smiles she gave me when she was pretending everything was fine, or the sharp, bitter ones when she was angry. No this was something else. It was soft, playful. Real.I froze. For a moment, I just watched.I hadn’t seen

André’s POV For the past week, I’ve been wandering in a fog I can’t seem to shake. Everything around me feels like it’s shifting—subtly, steadily, like tectonic plates preparing for an earthquake. Camila is... different. On the surface, nothing has changed she still smiles that sweet smile, still offers gentle words, still moves with the same grace that once made her feel like home. But beneath it all, something’s off. Something tightens in her voice when Genevieve’s name comes up. Something cold flashes in her eyes when she sees us in the same room. It’s like she’s trying to prove something, to compete. But I don’t understand why.And then there's Genevieve. God, Genevieve.She used to meet my gaze with fire, with that stubborn tilt of her chin and challenge in her eyes even when she was angry, even when she hated me. Now, when I speak to her, she recoils like my voice scalds her skin. And somehow, that burns me more than her fury ever did. The worst part? I can’t even blame her. I