All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sleep does not take me gently.It drags me under.One moment, I’m lying in Kael’s bed — his scent wrapped around me like armor, his heat still lingering on my skin from where he held me until exhaustion claimed him. The next, the world tilts sideways and my vision blurs.My wolf tries to push through the dark.No. Not again. Don’t go.Stay with mate.But I can’t.Something pulls harder.Not the witch.Not Kael.Something woven deeper into my bones.Blood.A shadow inside my blood that wasn’t there before tonight.My breath disappears.The darkness cracks—And I fall.Cold.That’s the first thing.Cold so deep it wraps around my bones and squeezes.I open my eyes and I’m standing in a place I’ve never been, yet recognize instinctively.Stone floors.Broken pillars.A ceiling lost to darkness.Wind that whispers through ruins in a voice that sounds almost like… sobbing.I’m in a throne room.No throne.No king.Just echoes.My wolf snarls at my feet, fur bristling, golden eyes sweeping

TiberiusThere are some truths the wind brings whether you ask for them or not.Tonight, it brought me here.I didn’t choose to step into Kael’s fortress. The choice was made long before I was born, long before Kael, long before Elara ever drew breath under a stolen roof.The moment her light split the witch’s fog, I felt it.A crack.In the curse.In the Veil.In the lie we’ve all been living.The world shuddered.I was standing on the cliffs above my own lands, watching a storm roll in from the north, when it hit me. My wolf dropped to his knees inside my chest. My bones hummed with recognition.The bloodline has awakened, the wind whispered.The hidden heir has chosen.Elara.I knew her name before I met her.I knew Kael’s too. I’ve been watching that boy since he was barely more than a pup — angry, haunted, already marked by a curse he didn’t understand. A curse meant for a king.It settled on him instead.Because the world never misses an opportunity to be cruel.So when the Veil

ElaraMorning finds me before the sun does.I wake not gently, but like air flooding back into lungs that forgot how to work. One sharp inhale, my spine arching off the mattress, my fingers clutching at the sheets.His voice is gone.Thank the Goddess.But the echo remains — a vibration in my sternum, faint but undeniable, like someone plucked a string inside my chest and walked away before the sound faded.My father.What’s left of him.The shadow the witch carved him into.I blink the sleep from my eyes, breathing slowly through the fading tremor. The room is still dim, early dawn light barely brushing the window. Kael’s scent wraps around me — pine and storm, safety and danger, everything that should not feel like home but does.I expected him to be gone.I shouldn’t have.He sits in the chair beside my bed, head tipped back, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. His posture is rigid even in sleep, like his body refuses to forget vigilance.A knife rests on his thigh.Of course

ElaraI can still feel the cold on my skin.Not physically — not anymore — but in the place beneath the skin, the place my wolf lives. The hall is quiet now, scorched stone still smoking, bits of frost glittering across the floor where reality tore open like wet paper.Kael stands between me and everything else, chest rising and falling too fast, his jaw tight, shoulders rigid. He hasn’t shifted back fully; his eyes remain the gold of a wolf ready to lunge again if anything twitches wrong.Ronin wipes blackened blood from his forearm, muttering under his breath in a language I don’t understand but assume is a curse.The bodies — or whatever counts as bodies — are gone. Ash. Dust. Nothingness. As if they never existed.Except they did.I felt them.I felt their intent.And worse… I felt something inside me respond.Kael turns toward me, and even before he reaches me, I feel the tension roll off him. His hands frame my arms gently, but the pressure is firm enough to steady my shaking le

ElaraI don’t realize something is wrong at first.That’s the strangest part.The corridor smells like smoke and cold stone and the faint metallic echo of lightning. Wolves move around us in tight, controlled patterns—repairing wards, murmuring to one another, pretending not to stare at me the way they always do now. Like I’m something fragile and volatile all at once.Kael walks beside me, close but not crowding, his presence a steady weight at my shoulder. Ronin has already peeled off to bark orders, his voice sharp and familiar in a way that almost makes this feel normal.Almost.I take three steps.Then four.And then my vision tilts—not enough to knock me down, just enough to make the world feel… softer. Blurred at the edges. Like I’ve stepped half a heartbeat out of sync with everything else.I stop.Kael stops instantly.“Elara?” His voice is low, careful. Not alarmed yet, but tuned to me in a way that makes it impossible to hide anything for long.“I’m fine,” I say automatical