All Chapters of Offered To The Cursed Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Isabella shot Killian a warning glare. His jaw tightened, irritation flashing briefly in his eyes—but after a moment, he looked away and stepped back, honoring his Luna’s silent request.Only then did Isabella turn her attention back to the ceremony unfolding before her.The priest’s voice echoed softly through the hall as he instructed the couple to exchange rings.Rose hesitated before extending her hand toward Corbin. Just for a heartbeat—so brief that most wouldn’t notice—but Isabella saw it. Corbin gently took her hand and slid the diamond ring onto her finger. It sparkled brilliantly beneath the golden lights, flawless and expensive. Yet no jewel could hide the truth Isabella sensed so clearly.A ring meant nothing if the heart resisted it.Corbin then held out his hand. Rose forced a smile and slipped the ring onto his finger. Applause erupted around them, loud and approving.James and Nicholas clasped hands, then embraced, their laughter filled with satisfaction. This alliance

Killian had gone to check on security around, as all the alphas of the neighborhood territories were here with their families. With rogue attacks increasing nowadays, Killian was more cautious; as the Alpha King, it was his responsibility to make sure everyone in his pack was safe. As he strode back toward the grand hall, his mind was a tactical map of sentries and perimeter checks. He didn't see Maya until she stepped directly into his path."Killian, I’ve been looking everywhere for you," she said, her voice frayed with a desperation that sounded almost practiced.Killian didn’t slow his pace. He didn't even tilt his head. "Not now, Maya."He moved to brush past her, but her fingers clamped around his forearm, her grip surprisingly firm. Killian stopped dead. He turned, his gaze dropping to her hand before rising to meet her eyes with a look that could have turned water to ice.Maya flinched, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard, but she didn’t let go. "Killian, please. I need to

The Rogue King sat paralyzed on his throne, his knuckles white as he gripped the stone armrests. A cold sweat broke across his brow. "How is this possible?" he hissed, his voice barely a rasp. "Her powers... they’ve actually awakened?""Yes, my King," the scout replied, his voice trembling with an unmistakable edge of terror. He wouldn't meet the King’s eyes. "We saw it with our own eyes. It wasn't just a flicker of power. She shifted into the legendary White Wolf. A creature of myth, Sire—none living have seen its like in centuries.""No, no, no!" The King’s shout echoed off the vaulted ceilings, a jagged sound born of sheer desperation. The fear in his heart didn't just grow; it festered."It can't be true," he muttered, pacing like a caged animal. "If she has come into her own, the prophecy is no longer a ghost story. It’s a death warrant. I won't sit idly by while the world resets itself at my expense."He rose from his throne with a sudden, violent energy. His mind was a maelstro

Isabella turned her searing glare toward the witness. Under that intense scrutiny, the woman’s confidence crumbled; she looked visibly shaken, her hands trembling with agitation. Grace noticed the woman wavering and stepped in immediately. She couldn’t allow this hired fool to let the threads of her meticulous betrayal unravel now."She shifted into a white wolf, and I saw it," Grace declared, her voice ringing out through the clearing. "The legendary creature no one has seen in centuries."The claim acted like a spark in a dry forest. Gasps erupted, and a tide of frenzied murmurs rose around Isabella. Every eye turned back to her with a chilling mixture of shock and sublime terror.Killian turned to Grace, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Mother, do you even hear what you’re saying? You’re t

Killian rushed toward the dungeons, but as he reached the entrance, his blood ran cold. The heavy iron gates stood wide open, and the guards lay unconscious on the stone floor. Panic flared in his chest; his first instinct was a fierce, protective surge for his Luna. Despite everything, he needed her to be safe.He stormed inside, his wolf growling at the scent of an intruder, but he froze when he reached the final corridor. Isabella was walking toward him, entirely unscathed and eerily calm.He stared in shock. She was moving easily through the most secure prison in the world as if she were merely strolling through a palace garden. A dark, bitter thought took root in his mind: no one could have breached these doors from the outside so quickly. A dark, bitter realization took hold of him—she must have had help. His heart twisted with a sharp, sickening jealousy at the thought that perhaps her true mate had arrived to rescue her from his dungeons. "Isabella!" he roared, the sound vibra