Lahat ng Kabanata ng Offered To The Cursed Alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Killian was startled to see Isabella there, and the expression on her face told him everything. She had misunderstood whatever had just happened between him and Maya. Before he could say anything, she apologized for disturbing them, turned on her heel, and left.If there really had been something going on between him and Maya, he wouldn’t have bothered to explain or correct her. But this time, he felt an overwhelming urge to clear the misunderstanding. Goddess, he was Alpha Killian Nightbane—the man who never explained himself to anyone, no matter how much it cost him, because of his pride. Yet when he saw the tears in Isabella’s eyes, his chest tightened with guilt. Without a second thought, he shoved Maya aside and ran after her.Before he could make it out the door, Maya grabbed his hand. “Where are you going, Killian?” she asked.“Maya, let go of my hand,” Killian glared, his voice low and dangerous, a warning laced with the edge of his wolf. His patience was gone. His wolf was c

Killian stood in the bathroom, palms pressed against the shower wall, cold water pouring over his naked body. Nothing helped—nothing drowned out the emotions Isabella’s single touch ignited in him. He wanted to forget, to deny, but the truth burned in his veins.What was going on with him, and why did his body react that way to her? If his pack hadn’t been cursed to never find a mate, he would have believed Isabella was the one for him. But no—she was just a duty, his offered bride, a forced obligation. Maya was the one he truly loved.‘No, Killian, you’re wrong. You know you never felt this way with Maya. I never felt anything for her. You forced yourself to be with her out of obligation, because she saved our life. But with Isabella, we never had to force anything—the feelings came naturally. She is our Luna, and I want her,’ his wolf roared inside his head.Yet Maya… Maya had saved him, risking her life without hesitation. She could have died, but instead, he lived because of her.

“What are you saying, Rose? How… I mean—why did you agree to a marriage like that?” Isabella asked, her voice laced with both confusion and fear. Her eyes were wide, staring at Rose, and her brows furrowed in disbelief.She herself had been forced into such a bond, but there had been reasons—reasons she couldn’t escape. But Rose? What could possibly make her accept such a fate? Isabella’s chest tightened as she made a decision. No, I couldn’t let this happen to her. I couldn’t fight for myself, but I would fight for her.“What about your mate?” Isabella pressed, her tone more urgent. “The one you’re supposed to find on your eighteenth birthday? Don’t you want to wait for him? For the one who will love you forever?” For a moment, Isabella’s own forgotten dreams flickered back—the hope of a mate who would love her beyond eternity.But Rose only lowered her gaze, pain softening her voice. “We don’t have mates in the Blood Moon pack.”Isabella blinked, startled. “What do you mean?”Ro

Killian was burning with fury and worry, driving the car mindlessly while his Luna and his sister were out there, clueless about the storm he was about to unleash on them.Isabella and Rose were having the time of their lives at the club. Rose’s clever plan had worked perfectly. They had slipped out of the pack house unnoticed when the guards shifted their patrol, using a masking scent spray she always carried for moments like this. Rose felt proud of her quick wit. Outsmarting her overbearing brother, the Alpha, gave her a wicked thrill.The club was alive with flashing lights and pounding music. They ordered drinks, danced, and laughed, losing themselves in the rhythm. For Isabella, it was a new world. She had never stepped inside a club before, never tasted this kind of freedom. Her life in her father’s pack had been strict and joyless, with no luxury or fun. Tonight felt different—tonight she belonged.Rose and Isabella caught plenty of attention. Men tried to approach, but Rose wa

Isabella gasped, panic rising in her throat. “Ah… what are you doing?” she cried, but he was on her before she could finish, his shadow falling over her trembling body.His eyes burned a dangerous shade of red, fury flickering like fire in their depths. She froze as his voice cut through the silence, low and sharp as a blade.“You dare to leave this room,” he warned, “and you’ll face consequences you won’t ever forget.”His presence was suffocating, his aura heavy with danger, and Isabella shivered under the weight of his cold, merciless gaze. Yet, in the next moment, his touch betrayed a startling contrast. His hand brushed against her wounded arm, slow and deliberate, as though afraid to break her.He studied the gash, his fingers tightening gently around her skin. The bleeding had already slowed, the wound beginning to close before her eyes. For a fleeting second, she thought she caught something else in his gaze—relief softening the storm.Then, lowering his head, he pressed his m