Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King Hexed Bride: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 37

Chapter 31: Bloodlines and Broken TrustHunter’s POVThe scent of burnt fur still clung to my jacket, thick and bitter. I stalked through the compound’s hallways, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin, restless and wild.Becky had tried to play it cool tonight loyal soldier, fearless warrior, calm in the face of fire.But I’d felt it.The lie.The hesitation.The way her pulse had stuttered when I mentioned the bond.This wasn’t just about the curse. It went deeper.She flinched when I touched her—barely noticeable, but I saw it. Like even that small contact was something sacred she didn’t deserve anymore. Or worse… like it reminded her of a truth she couldn’t speak.I should’ve pressed her. Should’ve demanded answers. But Jimmy’s smug face flashed in my mind.That bastard.Too comfortable these days. Too smug. And earlier tonight, when I caught him digging through encrypted files, he hadn’t even tried to deny it.“Maybe you’re not digging deep enough.”His words hit like a slap.Like h

Chapter 33: The Claim.Becky’s POVThe word hung in the steamy air between us, vibrating with a possessiveness that should have chilled me. Mine. It wasn't a question, not a declaration of protection. It was a primal assertion, carved from the bedrock of whatever ancient magic bound us. Haunter’s silver gray eyes, usually so controlled, burned with an intensity that stripped away the steam, the towel, the lingering shock of the night. He didn’t just see the change in me; he claimed it. Claimed the power, claimed the danger, claimed me.And the terrifying, exhilarating part? My traitorous body sang in response.A wave of heat, entirely separate from the shower’s residue, washed over me. It started low in my belly, a coil of pure energy tightening, and radiated outwards, making my skin prickle beneath the damp towel. My breath hitched, audible in the sudden, charged silence. It wasn’t just the adrenaline from the fight or the wolfsbane’s lingering haze. This was different. Deeper. A res

Chapter 35: Power Problems and Sibling Nonsense.Becky’s POVSebastian landed on the floor with a thud and a bark of laughter. “There’s the little beast I remember.”I scowled at him, crossing my arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t blast your ass through the wall.”He raised a brow and stood, brushing himself off. “You probably could’ve. That’s the problem.”I hated that he was right. Again.I could still feel it—whatever it was. This low, constant hum inside me like something ancient was trying to claw its way out through my bones. My wolf was quiet, like she was sitting back to watch what happened next.That never meant anything good, for me. Sebastian grabbed my desk chair and spun it backwards, sitting in it like some knockoff interrogator. “So... what are we dealing with? Elemental magic? Ancestral witch curse? Accidental wolfsbane ingestion?”I gave him a flat look. “Not wolfsbane. That would’ve killed me.”“Only if you’re normal.” He smirked. “Which we both know you’re not.”“ Awww.

Chapter 37: Idiot.Becky's POV.I didn’t sleep.I couldn't.Not because I didn’t want to. My body was exhausted, but my mind… my mind was a battlefield. Flashes of Haunter’s touch, his voice in the dark, the way my power had ripped loose from me like it had a mind of its own. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt like I was wearing someone else’s skin, and it was too tight.I stared at the ceiling of the little guest room Grandma had set up for me. Moonlight filtered through the lace curtains, painting soft shadows across the walls. The air felt thick. Like it was watching me.Around 3 a.m., I gave up pretending. I threw the blankets off and padded out into the hallway barefoot, hoodie still wrapped tightly around me like armor. I didn’t know where I was going—just that I needed to move. If I stayed still, I’d crack.The floorboards creaked beneath my steps. I could hear Brandon snoring faintly from the room at the end of the hall. Damian was probably still pacing in his sleep, an