Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Contract with the Cursed Alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Dahlia’s P.O.VAfter dinner, I noticed Killian standing up, his hand brushing against the back of his neck like he always did when he was restless or thinking too much. He muttered something polite about needing to check in with the guards, but I couldn’t let him go. Not tonight.“Killian, wait,” I said, my voice low but firm, halting him just a few feet from the door. He turned, his brows raising slightly as if he was surprised I stopped him at all. “Can we…take a walk? Somewhere private?”He studied me for a second, that unreadable look back in his eyes again. For an instance, I thought he’d deny me outright, but then he gave a single nod. “Yeah. Come on.”I didn’t need to be told twice. I said a quick goodbye to Korina before rushing out after him.He didn’t say much else as we walked through the corridors. I followed him through a quiet side hall, then down a stone stairwell that led to a garden I hadn’t even known existed until now. It was dimly lit by soft lanterns hanging from

Dahlia’s P.O.VI didn’t move, didn’t even breathe too loudly, afraid that if I did, he might shut down again.Killian shook his head slowly, a bitter smile ghosting over his lips. “He didn't like what the stories said. Or maybe he was, and the stories just left out the blood. He didn’t become Alpha King because the people loved him, Dahlia. He took that crown with claws soaked in blood and teeth bared at anyone who dared challenge him.”I blinked, my heart sinking just a little, though I had heard tales growing up. My parents used to tell me stories at night, especially during the war years. They called it The Dark Moon Phase. I remember the way my mother’s voice would lower like she was whispering to ghosts. “When the moon turned its back on the wolves,” she used to say, “the world bled.”Killian looked up at me then, his voice sharpening with the kind of fury that doesn’t fade with time.“He would ride into a pack’s territory unannounced. No declarations. No offers of peace. Just bl

Dahlia’s P.O.VI had only ever heard bits and pieces, whispers passed down through the halls of my old pack, footnotes at the bottom of brittle history texts that no one really paid attention to. It always seemed like something exaggerated, something that couldn’t possibly be as bad as the words made it seem. But as Killian spoke, each word rolling off his tongue with a cold, quiet weight, it was like the shadows in the room thickened. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I just stared at him, my breath held hostage in my chest.I had no words. My hands were clasped in my lap but I didn’t remember putting them there. My lips were slightly parted, but the silence between us stretched endlessly. I blinked at him, my mind trying to process it all, trying to understand how this man, this quiet, complicated man sitting right next to me, could carry something so monstrous in his bloodline. But then he looked at me, really looked at me—and the air between us shifted.“I’m sorry,” Killian said su

Dahlia's P.O.V:He kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before, his lips like heaven on mine, his dominant tongue unstoppable in its tracks. It was like he was a crazed man out to claim the entirety of me, a blind man seeing light for the first time.Well, I guess that wasn’t wholly an unfair description. After all, he had gone a long time without the arousing touch of a woman.His hand snaked downward, and I found myself leaning into his touch, a low heat simmering in my core. If his beauty alone did not make him a worthy Alpha King, then I was sure that it was body. Strong and purposeful, he carried himself with a confidence that only an Alpha King could possess. His hands, as inexperienced as they were, seemed to know what they were doing nonetheless, stroking circles on my mound over my underwear.His fingers warmed me up pretty quickly, and he grinned into the kiss. “You’re so wet already,” he teased into my mouth.Was I really? Damn, was I really so needy? Feeling flushed,

Dahlia’s P.O.VI woke up to the soft rhythm of breathing against the back of my neck, the warmth of Killian’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. My eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself the illusion that this was normal-that I belonged here, tangled in his sheets, in his arms, in this strange new reality that felt too fast, too sudden. But then the shame hit me like a cold slap.What the hell had I done?I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him, but his grip only tightened.“You’re trying to sneak away?” Killian’s voice was low and gravelly with sleep, the kind of voice that could melt logic if I let it.“I—no,” I murmured, barely above a whisper. “I just needed a minute.”He propped himself on one elbow and looked down at me, his eyes sleepy but sharp. “You&rsq