All Chapters of Fated To The Alpha’s Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liam sighed heavily as he trudged his way back home, the night weighing heavily upon him as he trekked down into the mountainside. The path is one he is accustomed to, but tonight it has felt different. Soon enough, the scenery broke way to the entrance of his pack's territory-a wide range of mountains draped in mist that stood immense and dauntless. This was a place apart from the rest of the world, where outsiders feared to tread. The mountain stood to its heights of broken rocks and deep gorges-ancient, yet alive in this contemporary world. It stood intimidatingly, yet for those who belonged to it, it was an omen of pride and strength.The headquarters itself was a curious marriage of old-world architecture and modern refinement. Towering, stone structures stretched toward the sky, each one proud, as if carved from the very mountainside. Glass walls and steel beams gave an air of elegance to the pack's fortress, an intimidating yet strangely inviting place. Here, ancient ways and m

Days passed in a rather routine manner, but Ariana's head remained a mess. She tried burying herself in her schoolwork, putting extra hours into her art projects and studying for her upcoming test. However, the more the hours she spent at the studio or her head in the textbooks, the further her mind wandered to Liam. She hadn't seen him since he stormed out that night, the black of emotion in his eyes, the words unspoken. She had waited, hoping he would return, if nothing else, explain why he was angry or at least bid a proper goodbye. Yet, each passing day without his presence was another pain in her chest.Her grandmother must have seen it, seen every step she'd taken, and she'd asked if she was all right. Ariana had shaken her head, offered a smile she hoped at least looked real to the woman. She wasn't ready to talk about Liam, not yet, when she didn't quite understand exactly what he was to her, and why his absence should leave her with this hollow, gnawing ache.The day finally

Liam stood inside the campus hospital, his patience dwindling with each second. Ariana lay still in her bed, pale and fragile. The pull within his chest kept him on edge at all times, a constant reminder that she needed him more than ever. He didn't have time for anyone to question him, not the doctor, not this teacher."Get out of my way!," he snarled at Mrs Whitman, cold and cutting.The teacher swayed but stood between them, quivering slightly, her voice firm though shaking. "I can't just let you take her. She's my student, and I don't even know who you really are.".Liam clenched his teeth and tried to keep the rise of anger from going out of proportion. Patience was definitely wearing thin, but Liam did admire Mrs. Whitman's guts, even if it was proving to be a hurdle in his way."If you don't leave her with me," she continued, hanging her head but clearly gathering her courage, "I'll have to call her family and friends to confirm everything."Something in her eyes, right that i

Liam stopped his car as Ariana's grandmother, who was anxiously waiting for him, came into view—she stood by the roadside. He composed himself and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and approaching her. The seriousness in her eyes was obvious while the grave worry engulfed her frame.Arms akimbo, she eyed him up and down searchingly. "So you're the so-called fiancé, huh?" Her voice was laced with suspicion. "I don't know what you think you're doing with my granddaughter, but you'd better start explaining yourself.”Liam said nothing, knowing better than to argue. She continued to scold him mercilessly, every word driving into him like a stake. She was every bit entitled to be upset, mostly because she knew so little about him or any of the things that Ariana had been facing lately. Most of all, though, he respected her because he knew how much Ariana loved her.Finally, when much of her exasperation had dissipated, she exclaimed, "Now, where is my child? Tell me right no

Granny’s question lingered in the room, carried by a desperation that made even the air feel heavy. She stood close to her granddaughter, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed Ariana’s hair back from her face. Every touch seemed a silent plea, as if she could somehow will Ariana to wake up.“When will she wake up?” Granny repeated, her voice a fragile whisper breaking through the stillness.Mabel stepped forward, her expression soft but serious, eyes filled with the weight of her knowledge and the compassion she held for the older woman. “It depends on Ariana’s own strength and will,” she said quietly, placing a reassuring hand on Granny’s shoulder. “She’s somewhere deep within herself now—a place where healing happens. This isn’t just an ordinary sleep. It’s as if her soul is reaching inward, drawing from something beyond this world.”Granny’s face went pale, and she clasped her hands tightly as if to keep them steady. “And… what if she doesn’t have the strength? What if she… f