All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ronin Dawn comes slow and cold.The kind of morning where the sky is still gray and the air carries the promise of rain before the sun has even risen. A thin mist clings to the fortress walls, creeping across the courtyard stones like smoke.But the pack is already awake.War waits for no wolf.I stand at the top of the courtyard steps, arms folded across my chest, watching the army gather below. Torches burn low as the last of the night fades, their orange glow reflecting off armor and spearheads.Two hundred wolves.More than enough to start a war.Not nearly enough to face a witch who can reach through the Veil.Still, Kael’s command was clear.We march.The courtyard hums with quiet energy as warriors tighten straps, check blades, and secure packs to their saddles. No one speaks louder than necessary. The air carries a different kind of silence today—focused, deliberate.They know what this is.Not a patrol.Not a border dispute.This is a hunt.Lucian steps beside me, scanning t

Kael POVThe road to Moonhallow feels wrong.Not dangerous.Not yet.But wrong in the way the forest goes quiet before something hunts.We’ve been riding since first light. The mist hasn’t lifted fully, clinging low between the trees and curling around the legs of the horses like something alive. Branches stretch overhead, blocking what little sun tries to break through.Two hundred wolves move with me.Silent.Disciplined.Ready.Ronin leads the vanguard just ahead, Lucian riding at my side, scouts slipping in and out of the treeline like ghosts.Everything is exactly as it should be.And yet—My hand tightens slightly on the reins.Something pulls at my chest.Faint at first.Then sharper.I inhale slowly.“Elara,” I murmur.Lucian glances at me. “What?”I don’t answer right away.Because the sensation builds.The bond stretches.Not snapping.Not breaking.But straining.Like a cord pulled too tight between two points that should not be this far apart.My wolf lifts his head immedi

Elara POVThe decision doesn’t come all at once.It builds.Slow.Steady.Unavoidable.Like the warmth beneath my heart.I haven’t left the window since Kael rode out.The mist has long swallowed the last trace of the army, the courtyard now quiet except for the steady movement of guards and the distant sounds of preparation that still echo through the fortress.They think the danger has passed.That the threat is out there now.With him.They’re wrong.My hand rests against my stomach, fingers splayed gently over the place where the warmth lives.Where our pup lives.It pulses softly beneath my touch.Not frantic anymore.Not searching the way it did when Kael first disappeared beyond the walls.But not fully settled either.Waiting.Always waiting.For him.I swallow slowly.“I felt you reaching for him,” I whisper.The warmth answers.A soft flicker.Yes.My wolf shifts, her presence calm but firm.Not meant to be apart.“I know.”The words come easier now.Because I do know.I fel

Kael POVI feel it before the scream.Before the scouts react.Before the forest even changes.The bond snaps tight.Violently.My breath catches mid-stride as the horse beneath me jerks its head, sensing the shift in me before I even speak.“Elara.”It isn’t a question.It’s instinct.Pain spikes through my chest—not physical, not mine—but close enough that my vision blurs for a split second.My wolf surges forward, claws scraping against bone, desperate to break free.Pup.Something is wrong.Badly wrong.“Stop!” I bark.The command rips through the column instantly. Hooves grind into dirt, armor clinks as wolves freeze in place. Ronin turns sharply ahead, eyes already searching for the source of whatever I felt.“What is it?” he demands.I don’t answer.I can’t.Because the bond—It’s not just stretched now.It’s tearing.The sensation hits like a blade dragged across something vital.Raw.Unstable.Dangerous.My hands tighten on the reins hard enough to make the leather groan.“El

Kael POVThe forest changes the moment Elara rides beside me.Not because the road grows safer.Not because the Witch’s shadow retreats.Because the bond settles.The moment I lift her onto the horse in front of me, the strain that had been clawing at my chest finally eases. My arm wraps around her waist, my hand settling low and firm across her middle, and beneath my palm the restless pulse of our pup steadies into something warm and watchful.Mine.Ours.Together.For one brief, impossible breath, the world feels right again.Not safe.Never that.But right.Elara leans back into me, not weakly, not like someone asking to be held up, but like someone choosing exactly where she belongs. Her hair brushes my jaw every time the horse shifts, carrying her scent up into the cold morning air—wild grass, smoke, silver magic, and something sweeter now beneath it all.Our child.My wolf presses closer beneath my skin, calmer than he has been since dawn.Family.“Yes,” I murmur so quietly only