All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Daughter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

"Alaric, be calm. I know for a fact she’s who we seek.”Queen Nymera’s voice was smooth as still water, but there was thunder beneath it. “After all,” she added, eyes glinting like fresh blood, “I’m gambling all this on my son.”My heart gave a painful jolt.My first instinct was to look at Vasska. Who just stood there like an iced statue. I curled my fists. Wouldn't he speak? Do something? Even now?“Vasska,” I laughed weakly, disbelief cracking in my throat, “you’re not really going along with this, are you?”His jaw tightened. Those suffocating red eyes met mine, steady and unblinking. “It isn’t a choice.”'Oh, we’re doing this again'. My irritation burned through the fear. I leaned closer, whispering harshly while Nymera’s voice continued to echo through the hall, weaving her persuasion around the other royals. “Are you a damned bird that repeats itself? You’ve been saying that since you captured me.”His lips twitched — not quite a smirk, not quite anger. “And are you slow?” Hi

My mouth was dry, my limbs felt heavy, and my head pounded like I’d been kicked by a horse.As I opened my eyes my night vision quickly adapted to the darkness.For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I saw the barred window, the dark water beyond it, and remembered everything.Right. The mating. The vampires. My life circling the drain.I lit a candle by the bed and the flame brightened the room. I sat on the floor by the bed and held my head. I was thirsty. Very.I was dizzy from thirst from when I looked left.A tray sat by the door, a jug of water, a single cup, and a plate of food. Someone must’ve slipped it in quietly while I was out cold.I crawled over, ignoring the chill of the stone floor, and went straight for the jug. The cup was there, sure—but patience wasn’t. I drank straight from the jug until it was half empty, water dribbling down my chin. I wiped it away with the back of my arm.It was night. The light from the moon—or whatever counted as moonlight here—fell thr

“I forget you don’t know anything,” he said, tone clipped. “Bloodwright is home to the six great Houses. Well—five now. One’s been... excluded for centuries. Since the founding of Bloodwright, actually.”“Why? What houses?”“House Howl.” His gaze flicked toward me. “Yours.”I stopped walking. “Mine?”“After the war and the first Alpha’s death, they unanimously agreed not to let a werewolf gain entry. So, werewolves have been excluded for centuries.”His tone darkened slightly. “My mother sending you here is a political strategy. She’s using her new daughter-in-law to prove vampire dominance—and to placate the Concord by re-including wolves… while keeping one firmly under her control.”I blinked, absorbing that.“The thing is,” he went on, “after the wolves retreated behind their barrier, the world moved on without them. Greater and faster than they expected. They’re the only race that hasn’t had a voice on the Concord Council since the Fading Accord, three hundred years ago. Bloodwrig

The moment we stepped back into the main corridor, I opened my mouth to ask Vasska what was next——but a sound froze me in place.A familiar jingling.Soft, bright and musical. Like tiny little bells threaded together.My body reacted before my brain did. I spun around so fast my hair whipped over my shoulder.I blew my bangs up.Vasska stopped walking too, frowning when he realized the footsteps behind him had vanished.“What—” he began.Then he followed my stare.Ahead, near a row of tall arched windows, walked a girl I never thought I’d see again.Yasha.Yasha— the fox-blood girl from the Summit.Same glowing brown skin, same golden bangles threaded through her hair, catching light and singing gently with every step. She held a stack of books to her chest, laughing at something the boy beside her said.I almost didn’t recognize her. Her braids were now gone, replaced with flowing wavy brunette hair. Her robe flew behind her at every confident step— dark navy trimmed with the Erevar

The brass double doors creaked open with a groan so old it sounded alive. I stepped inside after my two new… friends(?) and instantly regretted breathing so freely. The air was thick with dust. I could see the dust—actual floating specks turning lazily in the faint light leaking in through tall windows like suspended snow. But beneath that, beneath the dry parchment scent… …there was something sharper. Colder.Like iron left too long in the frost. Every hair on my neck stood. It was darker than I expected. Low lanterns flickered like tired fireflies — not nearly enough. You’d think a library would want you to actually 'see' what you’re reading. Behind the front desk sat… a bald-headed, shrewd-looking goblin. Ah. That explained the lighting. A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins. Goblins thrived underground — pale skin, large eyes,