Alle Kapitel von Offered To The Cursed Alpha: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

In a jagged shadow just beyond the Blood Moon Pack’s border, Grace stood before the Rogue King. He was a myth made of scars and silence—a sovereign who never revealed his face to the world. Yet, here he was, emerging from the gloom for a meeting that carried the scent of high treason. Grace wore a heavy, charcoal-grey traveling cloak that concealed her frame, cinched at the waist with a leather belt holding a hidden silver dagger, while Arthur was dressed in dark, tactical hunting leathers, his boots muted with mud to ensure every step he took in the woods was silent.The rogue King’s voice was a low grate, like stone on stone. “Why have you summoned me to this patch of dirt?”Grace forced a thin, sharp smile. Her heart hammered against her ribs; she knew her clock was ticking. If Killian chose to believe Isabella’s claims, Grace’s grand designed scheme would crumble before she could strike the final blow.“Straight to the point, then,” Grace countered, her voice laced with a hollow c

When Isabella finally returned to the pack house, her head was held high, and her stride was filled with confidence. Her clothes were shredded and caked in filth; her skin carried the stagnant, metallic stench of the dungeon—the pack’s most secure pit, a place reserved for the vilest of enemies. It was a cruel irony: the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack had been thrown into a hole built for monsters, charged with a murder she hadn't committed.A jagged, humorless laugh escaped her cracked lips as she moved forward. Each step was a sign she was unbreakable, unstoppable. As she moved ahead, she felt the heavy gaze of the pack members—a suffocating mixture of shock and utter disgust. "Bella!"The voice was a sudden burst of warmth in the freezing and the darkest night of her life. It was the first sound of genuine compassion Isabella had heard in hours. She turned slowly, her vision blurring, to see Rose racing toward her."Bella!" Rose cried out again, throwing her arms around Isabella and

Isabella refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, she placed a firm hand against his chest and pushed him back—a clear, cold rejection of his attempt to dominate her. Without a second glance, she turned back to the wardrobe, grabbed her silk nightdress, and walked toward the bathroom.Killian stood frozen, his eyes burning with fury as he watched her disappear behind the door. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the silent room.“Fuck!" he growled, raking a frantic hand through his hair. He paced the floor, his wolf pacing inside him, waiting for her to emerge.When she finally stepped out, he tried again, his voice tight with annoyance. "Are you really intending to stay here? In this room?"Again, Isabella met his question with a deafening silence. She moved with a calm, methodical grace to her side of the bed. She sat down, adjusted her pillow with focused precision, and ignored the storm raging just a few feet away.Killian huffed out a breath, his se

Elara began, her voice soft but heavy with memory of her daughter. “Isabella, your mother was no ordinary werewolf. She belonged to a lineage of Special Healer Wolves, where the females are born with dormant, ancient powers—gifts that only awaken fully upon meeting a fated mate. Your mother’s fate was tied to the Rogue King.”Elara paused, a flash of phantom pain crossing her features. Isabella studied her grandmother’s face; despite her age, she possessed an ethereal beauty, her skin smooth and unmarred by the years she had carried.“We were all aghast,” Elara continued, her voice trembling with remorse. “We could not understand her choosing him—a man who lived outside the law, a leader of heartless monsters with no morals and no mercy. We tried to force her to reject him, but Catherine was helpless against the pull. She defied us all to be with your father.”Elara’s image flickered, her grief making her form unstable. “When she remained persistent in her choice to go against all of u

Isabella stood before the vanity mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection as her mind raced. A mountain of challenges lay ahead, but the most immediate one was surviving under the same roof as Grace.Before Isabella had learned of Grace's true nature, she had loved the woman like her own mother. Now, seeing her true face made even being in the same room a struggle. Isabella was still reeling from the trauma of discovering that such a motherly figure could be so deeply evil.What she couldn't fathom, however, was why Grace held such a bitter grudge against Killian. He respected her immensely; despite her being his stepmother, he valued her word above almost anyone else’s. Even as the Alpha King, he never used his power to overrule or intimidate her. To Isabella, Grace’s hatred felt completely hollow—a senseless, absurd cruelty against a man who gave her nothing but his care and protection.The second obstacle was the sheer impossibility of the truth. If Isabella were to expose Grace’s