All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

ElaraThe forest is silent now, but the silence feels wrong.It’s heavy, oppressive, thick with the metallic tang of blood. My boots crunch over fallen leaves as we walk, and each step feels like I’m sinking deeper into a dream I can’t wake from. Or maybe a nightmare.Kael hasn’t spoken since the fight. Not a single word.He walks ahead of me, a dark shadow cutting through the pale morning light. His shoulders are tense, his massive frame radiating barely contained fury. Not at me—I think—but at the rogues we left behind, at Garrick, at himself. Maybe at all of it.I don’t know what to say to him.I keep my distance, though every instinct screams to move closer. My body remembers the moment he shifted—how he’d placed himself between me and danger without hesitation. The way he’d fought like a storm unleashed, savage and beautiful and terrifying all at once.And when it was over…When he turned to me, his chest heaving, golden eyes burning, blood dripping from his claws—I hadn’t been

ElaraThe morning light creeping through the narrow window is pale and cold, casting my chamber in shades of gray.I haven’t slept. Not really.Every time I close my eyes, I see Kael’s face as he turned away from me—hard, unyielding, shutting me out completely. The slam of the door echoes in my skull, louder than my heartbeat.I spent the night pacing like a caged animal, too hurt to cry, too angry to rest. By dawn, I’m hollow inside. Empty.A soft knock breaks the silence.“Elara?” Leira’s voice filters through the wood, cautious. “May I come in?”I hesitate, then whisper, “Yes.”The door opens, and she slips inside, carrying a folded bundle of clean linens. She studies me for a long moment, taking in my rumpled dress, my tangled hair, the exhaustion etched into my face.“You need air,” she says simply. “And a task.”I shake my head. “I’m not—”“No arguments.” Her tone sharpens slightly, though her eyes are kind. “The healer’s wing is running low on supplies after the battle. These n

ElaraThe first thing I notice is the smell.Damp earth. Rotting wood. Blood.It hits me all at once, sharp and suffocating, dragging me from a fog of half-consciousness into a world I desperately wish wasn’t real. My head throbs in time with my heartbeat, every pulse sending a spear of pain through my skull.I try to move, but my arms won’t cooperate. Panic surges, clearing some of the haze. My wrists are bound, coarse rope biting into raw skin. My ankles too.I’m lying on a hard, cold surface—stone, maybe.Slowly, memory creeps back, jagged and disjointed.The healer’s wing.The voices whispering about Kael.My anger, my heartbreak, the confrontation in my chamber.Then… chaos.The door bursting open. Rough hands grabbing me.A sharp, metallic taste in my mouth before everything went black.My stomach twists violently. Rogues. They took me.Which means… I’m not in Kael’s stronghold anymore.I’m in enemy territory.My breath comes in ragged gasps as I force my eyes open. The dim ligh