All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

Witch POVThey arrived together.For a moment—just a moment—I consider the possibility that I miscalculated.Not the outcome.Never that.But the path.Because Kael was supposed to come first.Driven by rage.By instinct.By the need to hunt.Elara was supposed to follow later.Pulled.Desperate.Weakened by distance.Separated.Easier to break.Easier to shape.Instead—They stand on the ridge above me side by side.Bond intact.Child awake.My lips curve slowly.“…interesting.”The Veil hums beneath my feet, responding to my awareness. The runes carved into the stone flare faintly, black and silver lines twisting through the ancient circle like veins beneath skin.Moonhallow is awake.More awake than it has been in centuries.And yet—It is not fully mine.Not yet.I lower my gaze, focusing.There.The bond.Three threads.Kael.Elara.The child.Intertwined.Stronger now than when I last touched it.That should not have happened.Distance should have strained them.Fear should have

Elara POVThe pull starts as a whisper.Not loud.Not violent.Just… there.A thread tightening somewhere deep inside me, drawing my attention forward—down the slope, into the valley, toward the broken stone circle where the Witch stands waiting.I try to ignore it.I really do.I focus on Kael’s hand wrapped around mine. On the steady weight of him beside me. On the wolves shifting into formation behind us. On the solid, grounding reality of everything that is not that place.But the pull doesn’t fade.It grows.My breath catches slightly.“Kael…”He feels it immediately.I don’t even need to say more.His grip tightens, his body angling subtly between me and the valley below.“I know,” he says, low and controlled.The bond between us flares—warm, protective, steady.But beneath it—Something else answers.The pull sharpens.The moment my gaze drifts back to Moonhallow, it deepens into something almost physical.Like gravity.Like the ground itself has decided where I belong.My wolf

KaelThe first wolf shifts before I give the command.It’s not disobedience.It’s instinct.The moment my boot hits the slope and we descend toward Moonhallow, the air changes—thicker, heavier, charged with something that doesn’t belong in the living world.The Veil hums.Low.Hungry.And every wolf behind me feels it.“Hold formation,” I say, voice steady even as my wolf claws against my ribs.Elara is still at my side.Good.Exactly where she needs to be.My hand finds hers again, grounding both of us as we move down into the valley. The runes carved into the earth pulse faintly beneath our feet, reacting to her presence more than mine.I don’t like that.I don’t like anything about this place.The Witch stands at the center of the ruined circle, unmoving.Waiting.Of course she is.“You’re late,” her voice carries—soft, calm, wrong.I don’t answer.I don’t negotiate.I don’t give her anything.“Now,” I snap.Everything explodes.⸻The wolves surge forward as one.Shifting mid-strid

KaelThe moment the circle closes around her—I stop thinking.I don’t see the battle.I don’t hear the wolves.I don’t feel the ground shaking beneath my feet.There is only one thing in the world that matters.Her.“Elara!”Her name rips out of me like something breaking.The Veil tears open above her, darkness spilling into the sky like a wound that refuses to close. Silver light erupts from her body, clashing with it—fighting it.And she’s inside it.Alone.No.Not alone.The realization hits instantly.Our pup.My chest tightens violently.They’re both in there.Something inside me snaps.⸻I don’t run.I don’t hesitate.I shift.Bones tear.Muscle expands.Fur explodes across my skin as my wolf takes over completely—larger than before, stronger, something darker threaded through him now.Not rage.Not just rage.Something deeper.Something that has been building since the moment I realized she was mine.Mate.Mother of my child.Mine.⸻The first Veil creature lunges at me.I do

ElaraThe quiet feels unreal.After everything—the battle, the Veil, the screaming darkness pressing against the world—the silence that settles over Moonhallow feels almost fragile.Like if I breathe too hard, it might shatter.I sit at the edge of the ruined circle, the same place that once tried to claim me, and stare out over the valley as the last traces of unnatural light fade from the sky.The Veil is closed.Not gone.I can still feel it.But it’s… distant now.Contained.At peace.My hand rests over my stomach.Warmth answers immediately.Soft.Steady.Alive.I smile.“You’re quiet now.”My wolf stretches inside me, no longer a whisper, no longer hidden.Strong.Present.Mine.Safe.“Yes,” I whisper. “We are.”Footsteps approach behind me.I don’t need to turn to know who it is.I feel him before he speaks.I always do now.Kael.The bond between us hums low and constant, no longer strained, no longer fighting—it simply exists.Easy.Natural.Right.His presence settles beside