All Chapters of 100 Nights to Tame a Cursed Heart : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

39 Chapters

Thirty One

Luxian's POVI've been on edge all fucking day.Summer's coldness is eating at me like acid, making me restless in ways I don't know how to handle. Every interaction feels like walking through a minefield, waiting for her to detonate whatever bomb she's been building in that sharp mind of hers.This morning, she asked for coffee with the same tone she'd use to request poison. At lunch, she thanked me for the birthday arrangements like I'd just handed her a death sentence. And now, watching her sit at the opposite end of our dining table, pushing food around her plate like it personally offended her, I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind.The silence between us is suffocating. I've negotiated million-dollar deals with less tension than this dinner conversation. Hell, I've stared down enemy Alphas who wanted me dead with more comfort than I feel right now.But Summer's disappointment? Her cold indifference? It's making me feel like a fucking teenager again, desperate for approval I d

Thirty Two

Summer's POVI walk out of that dining room with my spine straight and my head high, but the moment I'm out of his sight, I have to lean against the hallway wall to catch my breath.My hands are shaking. My chest feels hollow, like someone reached inside and carved out everything that mattered.*Everything else is just sentiment.*His words from the Council meeting echo in my head on repeat. Not just what he said to them, but what he couldn't say to me when I asked him directly.*You're my wife.*That's all I am to him. A legal obligation. A means to break his curse.I push myself off the wall and head upstairs to our bedroom. Tomorrow is my birthday party—the social event of the season, according to every invitation response we've received. Everyone who matters in werewolf society will be there to see the great Alpha Luxian's Luna.To see his investment.I sit on the edge of our bed and stare at my hands. Three days ago, I thought we were building something real. The way he guided me

Thirty Three

"Stop fidgeting with your tie," Virginia snaps, her voice sharp with barely contained frustration as she adjusts her cream silk dress in the church's small bridal room. "You look like a schoolboy going to his first dance."Rhys's hands freeze on the silk knot, his reflection in the mirror showing a man who looks anything but celebratory. "I'm not fidgeting. I'm trying to make this look presentable.""Well, try harder." Virginia's smile is brittle as she applies another layer of lipstick. "We have thirty minutes before we walk down that aisle, and I refuse to look like we're settling for scraps.""We are settling for scraps." The words slip out before Rhys can stop them.Virginia whirls around, her eyes flashing with fury. "Excuse me?""This isn't what we planned, Virginia. This morning ceremony in a parish church instead of Rosevale Manor? It looks exactly like what it is - a last-minute consolation prize."***The morning light filters through the stained glass windows of St. Margare

Thirty Four

Summer's POVI just sat when Luxian starts the Bentley, the engine purring like a satisfied predator. Through the rear window, I can still see the chaos we left behind at the country club - shocked guests milling around like lost sheep, Virginia probably still picking cake frosting out of her hair.I should feel guilty about enjoying the destruction so much.I don't."Did you see her face when the projector started smoking?" Luxian asks, his voice carefully neutral as he navigates out of the parking lot.That breaks me.A snort of laughter escapes before I can stop it. "She looked like she was trying to perform an exorcism on a piece of electronic equipment.""The cake," he adds, and I can hear the smile creeping into his voice. "She went face-first into her own wedding cake."The mental image shatters what's left of my composure. Laughter bubbles up from somewhere deep in my chest - the kind of helpless, cathartic laughter that makes your stomach ache and your eyes water."Did you se

Thirty Five

Summer's POV I couldn’t think about anything except our kiss in the car. It was too intense. Too deep. Almost insane, because for a moment it made me forget my anger and hatred toward Luxian.I admit I was wrong for expecting too much from him. Everything had already been clear the day he saved me from Rhys’s pack. From the tiger’s mouth to the crocodile’s jaws. There was nothing better waiting for me.“Miss Yversen, would you like me to put your hair up, or leave it like this?” Riri asked, staring at me in awe.“Leave it like this, Riri,” I said with a smile at her through the lighted vanity mirror in front of me.“It feels like just yesterday I was doing your makeup for your wedding, and today you look so different…”“You mean I don’t look like a walking corpse anymore?” I chuckled.“No, Miss, that’s not what I meant. You look happy. Like you’re in the right place, and in the right hands,” Riri replied.I lifted my chin and met her eyes. “Is that so?”Riri only gave an awkward smil

Thirty Six

Summer’s POVI don’t remember how I ended up in my room.One moment I was standing on the terrace, watching Luxian’s hand wrapped around Aaron’s throat, squeezing until his face turned blue. The next, Kian and senior pack members from both sides were forming a barrier between the growling alphas, ready to tear each other apart.The voices blurred into white noise—shouting, accusations, polished diplomatic phrases about “misunderstandings” and “heat of the moment.” Someone—maybe Kian—guided me inside with a gentle hand at my back. Guests parted like the Red Sea, whispers trailing behind me like shadows.“Did you hear what Alpha Castellan said?”“Poor thing… cursed, they say…”“I heard she can’t have children…”“Isn’t she the one he married to break it?”“Alderon almost killed him over her.”“They built that entire alliance on her.”And then I was in my room, the door closing with a soft click that sounded too loud in the silence.I stood in the center of the room—a beautiful room with

Thirty Seven

Luxian's POV "That's exactly the problem," she whispers, clutching her bag tighter. "You risked everything. And I'm going to destroy it all.""Summer—""Don't leave, I... I don't know what I'd do without you." Finally something honest escapes my lips. It comes out without warning, without being able to hold it back anymore."Alright, I'll stay," she looks at me with gentle eyes.The relief that floods through me when she says she'll stay is so intense it nearly brings me to my knees."I'll stay for you and for us," she whispers, stepping closer. "And because maybe, just maybe, that's worth fighting for."When she moves into my arms, her mouth finding mine, it's desperate and hungry and everything I thought I'd lost when I saw that bag in her hand. I pour everything into the kiss - all the terror of almost losing her, all the need to show her that she's not just my cure but my anchor in every way that matters.Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer as if proximity alone can era

Thirty Eight

Luxian's POV Something was in my hall. My wolf knew it before my brain processed the wrongness in the air. Not just another alpha. Not even a threat I recognized. This was *other*—dark and ancient and fucking unwelcome. "Alpha." Kian's tone was clipped. "We have an intruder." "I know." The pressure against my mind was deliberate. A challenge. Someone wanted me to know they were here, sitting in my territory like they owned it. Summer's fingers wrapped around mine. Cold. She was afraid. Good. Fear kept you sharp. "Behind me," I ordered. Not a request. I shoved the oak doors open hard enough to crack them against the walls. The temperature inside was arctic. Our breath misted. The chandeliers swung, crystals rattling. And sitting in *my* chair like she had every right to be there was a woman who looked like walking death wrapped in expensive fabric. Remiora. Black dress. Dark hair. Red lips. The usual aesthetic these ancient bitches went for—trying to look seductive when re

Thirty Nine

Summer's POVI wake up to cold sheets.The space beside me where Luxian should be is empty, the pillow still perfectly fluffed like no one slept there at all. I run my hand across the cotton, searching for any lingering warmth.Nothing.The clock on the nightstand reads 6:15 AM. Even for an early riser, this is unusual.I pad downstairs in my nightgown, expecting to find him in the kitchen with his morning coffee and that small smile he always gives me when I appear looking sleep-rumpled and ridiculous.Instead, I find him in his study, fully dressed and buried in paperwork like he's been up for hours."Morning," I say softly, hovering in the doorway.He glances up briefly. "Morning." Then his eyes return to the documents spread across his desk.No smile. No warmth in his voice. No invitation to come closer.I wait, uncertain. Usually he'd pull me into his lap by now, steal a few minutes of quiet intimacy before the day begins. But he just keeps reading, his pen scratching across pape

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