Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Cursed Alpha : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I've been awake thirty-six hours straight, pacing from wolf to wolf, unable to do anything but stand there and watch everything get worse and worse. Celia only remains in human form about ten minutes at a time. Pavel's stuck in between forms, his body a monstrous mix of wolf and human it shouldn't be.And Mack. Sweet little Mack who was so eager to challenge pack hierarchy just a few days ago, now lies unconscious, his breathing's very show."Get her through," I urge Vera as she helps to usher Sage in.Sage moves along, her deformed hands sweeping around the walls of stone to steady herself. At her age, the descent from high areas in the forest where she resides in a tiny cottage is dangerous, but she came anyway. She always does when the pack needs it."How many now?" Sage asks, her blind eyes perceiving everything though they are veiled over."Seven with active symptoms," I inform her grimly. "Three more with minor episodes. And it's spreading."Sage nods, as if she had expected thi

A naked man.My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, time stands still. He's tall, at least six-foot-three, with wide shoulders and a thin, muscular physique that hints at raw power sheathed in superb balance. His skin is sun-kissed, scarred with cuts I recognize. The white, pink lines across his ribs where I stitched him back up. The small scars on his shoulder and thigh where silver had burned him.But his eyes are what steal my lungs' breath. Silver. The same liquid silver I have watched gazing at me for three weeks. The same cunning, too-knowing eyes that have seen my every step, heard my every word.Shadow's eyes."No," I gasp, backing away stumbling. "This cannot be."The man does not move, does not say a word. He just stands there and watches me with those familiar eyes, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. His dark hair is falla across his forehead in waves, his face angular and aristocratic and close very beautiful in a way that makes my knee

Crescent Bay Public Library feels like a refuge at this hour, the shelves all empty except for a few college students hunched over laptops and an elderly man scanning newspapers in the periodical room. The late afternoon sun shines through the tall windows, casting a golden calm glow over everything that's in the room.But peace is the last thing I'm experiencing as I move through the stacks, the zipped-up collar of Shadow's jacket secure in my jacket pocket.I'd left him behind, despite the fact that he'd obviously been reluctant to watch me go off on my own. The face he was at the window when I drove off was heartbreaking, those silver eyes obscured by a very human worry that I'm growing all too familiar with.The "legends" collection is tucked away in a corner of the library's second floor, exactly where I remember it from my college days when I'd occasionally page through local myths for entertainment. Back then, stories of werewolves and ancient curses were charming, harmless tal

The drive home starts out like any other after a fourteen-hour shift. Three emergency surgeries, two tricky births, and a steady stream of routine appointments that all somehow managed to become complicated. My hands still shake slightly from the adrenaline of saving a German Shepherd's life when it was a victim of a hit-and-run.I should be exhausted, but my mind won't stop racing as I drive home along the familiar streets. Every shadow is darker tonight, every passing car more foreboding. The vision of those hooded figures observing my apartment won't leave me.They were not here this morning, but I know they will return. People like that don't just quit and disappear. They wait. They plot. They strike when you are least expecting them to.I guess I should have taken Shadow with me today, but things at work have been absolutely crazy lately. Luna had hardly any time for lunch between appointments, and the last thing I wanted to do was be trying to explain why I had to bring my "dog"

The man in the car with me is covered with blood, panting like he has just run a marathon, and telling me to drive faster down the empty streets so he can be at rest, his super-healing mechanisms can work effectively.Three hours earlier, the most unbelievable thing to ever happen to me was a difficult surgery on a German shepherd.Now I'm driving home with a werewolf who just killed three armed hunters with his bare hands, and it feels normal."Hurry up, Elena," Kael says through his gritted teeth, his hand pressed against the silver cut in his ribs. "The longer the bits of silver stays in me, the more difficult it'll be it for my body to heal."I press the gas harder, taking the turns to my apartment way more faster."How do you know so much about it?" I asked, taking the turn too sharply once again. "About silver poisoning and healing and all of that?""Because I've been living with it my entire life. We need to discuss. What I am. What you are. Why those hunters knew where to look