All Chapters of The Alpha King Hexed Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: The ice Beneath my Skin. Backy’s POV “That cheeky bastard found a way to unwillingly move me to the pack house. So annoying... but I could say it's not half as bad as I thought,” I murmured to myself, glaring at the expensive ceiling like it had something to say about my situation.The mattress beneath me was unfairly soft—like sleeping on clouds that had been bullied into submission. Thick blankets cocooned me in warmth, and a faint scent of sandalwood, smoke, and something dangerously male still lingered in the sheets.Haunter. Of course.I huffed and flopped onto my side, staring at the wide bay window that looked out over the pack training grounds. The view alone was worth a full month’s rent back in the human world.It's been two weeks since I tried to escape. I'm only allowed to go to the office and back with guards following me. I can only go to other places with at least two bodyguards following me so as to prevent me from running away. “So annoying. I mean this

Chapter 13: We're cooked. Becky's POV. “Gosh… why is today fuckin’ hot.” Jimmy whined, his entire upper body stuffed inside the open freezer like it was a portal to Narnia. “If this weather was a person, I’d sue.”“Yeah, tell me about it." Candy said standing in front of the air conditioner. “Why are y'all complaining about the weather being hot?" Cassy said mockingly. " It's free tan, a natural one at that.”" It's true, that's why you can be the first and if we like it, we'll go after.” I said sarcastically with a mocking smile. Before turning to look at Jimmy who was staring at me with a corky smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Jimmy gave me that smirk—the one that always meant trouble was loading like a virus on dial-up internet. “What?” I narrowed my eyes at him.“You’re starting to sound like me,” he said proudly, still half inside the freezer. “Sarcasm, sass, shade. I’m rubbing off on you.”“Great,” I deadpanned. “Exactly what I needed. Frostbite fingers and Jimmy-flavo

Chapter 15: Blood and Bone. Backy's POV TWO HOURS LATERJimmy drove while Candy pressed her fingers to a map on her lap. Cassy sat beside me, frowning as she reviewed the coordinates etched in blood.“It’s not far,” Candy said. “It’s in the northwest sector. Near the old burial grounds.”My stomach dropped. “That’s Haunter’s ancestral territory.”Jimmy whistled low. “Guess someone wants to make it personal.”As the SUV bounced along the gravel road toward the ruins, I clutched the frost-marked journal Candy had grabbed from her mom’s old stash. It vibrated faintly in my hands like it knew we were getting close to something ancient, dangerous... divine.The road ended in a grove of dead trees. Mist hung low, coiling around the earth like waiting snakes.And at the center?A circle of stone.Old. Weathered. Covered in red sigils glowing with magic.We stepped out cautiously.The sigils began to flicker the moment I approached. My hand burned with frost and flame at once. Lora stirred.

Chapter 17: The Frost Crown awakens.Haunter's POV.TWO WEEKS EARLIER. “I miss our mate,” Dax whined in my head again, his tone more wounded than usual.“Can you stop? I miss her too,” I snapped, running a hand through my hair as I stared blankly at the mountain of paperwork on my desk. The words were starting to blur together, not because I didn’t understand them—but because my mind wasn’t really here. It hadn’t been since she left.“It’s your fault she hates us. She doesn’t even want to see us. I mean, she’s off with her friends, probably having the time of her life while we’re stuck here, in your office, doing office work and Pack shit.”“Enough,” I muttered, slamming the pen down harder than necessary. “You know damn well it was for her own good that I rejected her years ago. It’s natural for her to hate my guts right now.”“She doesn’t hate you,” Dax murmured. “She hurts. That’s different.”I leaned back in my chair, letting the silence press into me. My eyes drifted to the fram

Chapter 19: I'm Going Home.Becky's POV.BACK TO THE PRESENT.The frost hadn’t melted.Not even by morning.And that wasn’t right—not in a world where magic was supposed to fade with dawnlight.I sat at the edge of the broken altar’s remains, fingers numb, though not from cold. From something deeper. Something ancient that now lived inside me, whispering in the space between each breath.I felt… stretched.Like my skin was still mine, but what lay beneath wasn’t.Not completely.“We need to talk,” Haunter said behind me, his voice like gravel. “Before it happens again.”I didn’t turn. “You mean before I freeze another landmark? Or call another ancient being from beneath the earth?”His silence was louder than any answer.I stood and faced him.“You’ve been keeping something from me,” I said.His jaw ticked. “You weren’t ready.”“I’m bleeding through dimensions, Haunter. I think I’m past ready.”He exhaled slowly, then nodded toward the lake just beyond the tree line. “Come.”—The wat