Semua Bab Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Alaric’s POVShe didn’t say a word when we reached the edge of the woods. Just kept walking. Head low, shoulders rigid beneath her jacket like she was holding back a storm, and I knew better than to interrupt. This wasn’t a moment for words. This was a moment for silence, for ghosts.So I followed.The forest was unnaturally quiet, like it, too, had gone still for her. No birds. No wind. Just the faint crunch of leaves under our boots and the distant sound of her breath uneven, almost fragile. It echoed in the stillness, each exhale a reminder that she was here. That she’d finally come.I knew where she was going. She hadn’t said it outright, but I could feel it in her energy raw, coiled tight, trembling at the edges. Her past was waiting for her. He was waiting for her.And she was ready, even if it hurt.The sun hadn’t fully broken through the mist yet, but light filtered down in broken pieces through the canopy above, casting golden streaks that flickered across her hair, her face.

Genevieve’s POVThe healer’s room smelled of dried lavender and damp moss, the kind of scent that seemed to seep into your skin and settle in your lungs like old magic. The air was still, but it pulsed with something ancient something watching. I sat quietly on the edge of a cushioned bench draped with furs, my palms resting on my thighs to keep them from trembling. André stood behind me like a silent shadow, one large hand resting gently on my shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth in slow, grounding strokes. His presence was solid like a wall I could lean on without ever fearing it would crumble.The healer moved like water. Each of her motions was slow, deliberate, as if she were listening to something none of us could hear. Her silver hair was braided down her back, catching glimmers of the sunlight that filtered in through the tall window. Shelves lined the stone walls, cluttered with herbs bundled in twine, jars of crushed petals and roots, and tiny bottles filled with liqu

Genevieve’s POVThe day passed in gentle rhythms soft meals, whispered conversations, warm glances. André had kept close but careful, giving me the space I needed while never straying too far. He could sense something was shifting in me, something fragile and sacred. And I was grateful that he didn’t try to rush it.That evening, after dinner, I sat on the balcony just outside our room. The wind was cool, brushing against my skin like silk. Stars blinked above the treetops, scattered across the night sky like scattered hopes, ancient and unchanging. The moon hung low half-full, soft, and steady. I drew my knees to my chest and stared into the forest beyond the pack house, the shadows of trees swaying like quiet sentinels.My fingers played with the empty vial that once held the violet potion. I had taken it just the night before, and already the difference inside me was undeniable. But what I craved wasn’t just the presence of my wolf. I wanted her voice. Her guidance. Her truth.I cl

André’s POVThe moon hung heavy in the sky, swollen and silver, casting a pale glow over the training grounds behind the pack house. The air felt thick with anticipation every breath like a drumbeat in my chest. I stood by the tree line, arms crossed, eyes locked on her.Genevieve.She was barefoot, her body trembling slightly as she stepped forward onto the grass. The wind caught her hair, whipping it around her face like a veil, but she didn’t flinch. Not tonight. She was determined.This was it.Her first shift.Her first time.Born a wolf but never allowed to awaken, her body had never known the pain of bones breaking and reshaping, the wild rush of power beneath the skin. But I could feel it humming around her now, like static before a storm. Her wolf was stirring.She turned to look at me, and for a moment, I saw the fear flash in her eyes. But it wasn’t the same kind of fear as before. It wasn’t fear of pain or failure it was the fear of the unknown. Of finally crossing that th

Author's POVThe attack came without mercy.The first explosion ripped through the night air like thunder, its echo tearing across the forest in jagged waves. The eastern supply sheds burst into flame, sending plumes of smoke spiraling toward the sky. Shouts rang out. Then howls. Then chaos.André was already halfway down the corridor before the second alarm bell rang.Genevieve stood frozen in the doorway of their room, eyes wide, heart pounding. Behind her, Kiera clutched the blanket around her shoulders, pale and silent. The healer was gathering her satchel with trembling hands, her jaw tight with resolve.“André?” Genevieve called, voice trembling.He turned sharply, already shirtless, the edge of a claw slicing through his forearm as he prepared to shift. His eyes glowed with fury but they softened the moment they landed on her.“They’re here,” he said. “Kendrick’s pack. They are finally attacking”“How bad?” The healer asked from behind.“They’ve started with the east,” André gr