All Chapters of Offered To The Cursed Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Isabella spun around the moment she heard a sound behind her. She found herself staring at Killian, completely naked as the day he was born. He was panting hard, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring as he glared at her with bloodshot eyes. It was obvious he had just shifted back from a long, aggressive run.Startled as she was to find him there, Isabella managed to regain her composure quickly. She didn't look away; instead, she stared back. His green eyes darkened to a deep, stormy forest shade as he took in her unclothed form. To Isabella’s alerted senses, the sudden spike in his breathing and the loud, frantic thudding of his heart were impossible to miss.‘Oh goddess, he is so sexy,’ her wolf howled in her mind, her voice dripping with arousal at the mere sight of their mate. The wolf, usually reserved, lost all shyness when it came to him. She was expressive, demanding, and clear about her desire for intimacy. ‘Look at how he’s looking at us. He definitely wants us. Oh, ple

Standing before him without a single stitch of clothing on her porcelain skin, Isabella was a temptation so potent it made Killian’s vision blur. He had been fighting his own biology with every agonizing second, but the moment she began to touch herself, the battle was lost.Then came her threat—the mere suggestion of another man’s hands on her. The words struck the possessive Alpha within him like a physical blow, sending his wolf into a state of restless, protective fury. Before his human mind could even process the insult, his instincts surged forward. Another man? The thought was a poison he couldn't swallow.In a blur of motion, his wolf seized control of his body. Isabella was slammed against the rough bark of a tree before she could even blink."How dare you think of another man?" a voice tore from his throat—not the cold, calculated voice of the Alpha King, but the deep, guttural vibration of the beast. "No man touches you but me."Isabella’s eyes widened, her breath hitching

The beast sounded lethal, its predatory anger rising like a tide as it realized their Luna was leaving the sanctuary of their arms. The bond was screaming at them to give chase, to reclaim what they had just branded as theirs.‘She doesn't want to stay,’ Killian murmured to his wolf. His voice was thick with a despair that no Alpha King should ever possess. Alphas were built to be conquerors, bred to take what they desired regardless of anyone’s will, yet here he stood—rendered powerless by a single woman’s retreat.‘No. She cannot leave us. You are a fucking coward, Killian,’ his wolf’s rage ignited, the mental snarl echoing in his skull as Isabella took another agonizing step away from the river’s edge.‘She doesn't want us. Accept it damnit,’ Killian snapped back, his frustration boiling over. He felt pathetic, a fool for letting his heart be held hostage by a woman who seemed so ready to walk away.‘She loves us, Killian. Or she wouldn't have stayed after the way you treated her—t

While the Alpha had a secret meeting with his Beta in his study, Isabella returned to the pack house. After a long, warm, and soothing shower to wash away the scent of her mate from their passionate sex under the waterfall, she made her way to the kitchens. Despite her title, she had always found peace in helping the Omegas with the morning meal. To her, being a Luna wasn't just about leading; it was about nourishing the pack she loved.Usually, the kitchen was a symphony of laughter and clattering pans. The Omegas would beam at the sight of her, honored that their Luna would grace them with her presence, her sweet conversation, and her motivating spirit. In a world where no one looked upon an Omega with true respect, Isabella had been their light.But today, the air was frigid.The clatter of knives sounded like a warning, and the silence was heavy enough to suffocate. Isabella moved toward the prep station, but the Omegas instinctively shifted away. They didn't look up. They didn't

“Bella! Bella!” Rose called out, breathless as she rushed after her.Isabella, who had sought refuge in the quiet of the pack’s garden, turned back to see Rose hurrying toward her.“Rose, what are you doing here?” Isabella asked, her voice soft but weary. “Shouldn't you be finishing your breakfast?”“Not without my Luna,” Rose insisted, her voice breaking as her lips trembled with sorrow.She hated this—every second of it. She couldn't stand to see Isabella cast out like a stranger when she deserved so much more. Isabella didn't deserve this coldness, not as their Luna, not as her brother’s wife, and certainly not as the only friend who had ever been truly fun and loving toward her. Isabella let out a small, dry snort. “Hush. If your mother hears you say that, you’ll be in deep trouble. No one here considers me their Luna anymore.”“No, Luna. It isn't about what they think—it doesn't change the truth of who you are to this pack.”The deep, steady voice made both of them turn their he