บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ElaraI didn’t sleep a single second after the witch left.Kael had carried me back to his room, his arms a cage around me as if he could shield me from the witch’s cryptic words. But once the door closed, once the silence fell, my thoughts clawed at me like beasts in the dark.Empty, and yet not.You wear the mask of an omega, but that is not what you truly are.The words wouldn’t stop echoing.I sat up on the edge of the massive bed, staring at my trembling hands. The fire had burned low in the hearth, casting long, strange shadows on the walls. I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked slightly, like maybe that would keep me from falling apart.If I wasn’t an omega… what was I?Footsteps moved behind me, heavy and deliberate. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Kael’s presence filled the room the way a storm filled the sky, electric and unrelenting.“Elara,” he said, his deep voice rougher than usual. “You should be resting.”I gave a bitter laugh. “Resting? After what she s

KaelLucian had left at dawn; Rowan went out to set patrols. The war room felt too big without them, the maps spread like wounded things across the table. I should have been poring over routes, lining traps, naming blood for blood — instead I had the witch’s words replaying in a loop: bound… empty, and yet not.She had stayed in the stronghold, as she’d promised. I should have expected her to return with more than riddles.She appeared then — quiet as a shadow, robes darker than the hearthlight. She carried a small leather bag and an expression that made the air draw tight in my lungs.“You have news,” I said. No pretense. No patience.She set the bag on the table and, with a moved-finger hint of ceremony, opened it. A smell rose — oil and ash and something green, bitter, like mountain herbs burned to a crisp. It was a scent I’d smelled once on the wind from Garrick’s camp, vague but poisonous.“It is old work,” she said. “Not the charm to make a man bend. Not the honeyed spells of co

KaelThe moonlight spilled through the open window, silvering the room with a pale glow that clung to Elara like mist.She stood by the edge of the bed, her hair loose around her shoulders, the thin shift she wore whispering against her skin with every subtle movement. Her head was turned slightly, eyes cast down, but I could see the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed — too fast, too shallow. She was nervous. Afraid, maybe.Of me.Or of what she had begun to feel for me.My hands curled into fists at my sides, claws threatening to rip through. My wolf snarled inside me, pacing, demanding, take her, claim her, make her ours.For weeks, I had fought it.I had told myself that she was only here to give me an heir — to continue my line so my pack would remain strong. I had told myself it wasn’t about her, not about her laughter that broke past my walls, not about the way her scent haunted me even in sleep.But tonight, that lie shattered.I couldn’t stop staring at her. Could

Elara Kael’s arms tightened around me, as if he could anchor both of us with nothing but his hold. I could feel his heartbeat through my palm, faster now, harder. For a long moment neither of us spoke. My fears hung in the space between us like a mist. But then Kael drew back slightly, his hands sliding down my arms until his fingers twined with mine. “I’ve been a coward about this,” he said at last. His voice was low, rough, but steady. “I’ve told myself that keeping you at a distance would keep you safe. That the curse would stay away if I didn’t care too much. But last night proved that’s a lie. I’ve already crossed that line, Elara. We both have.” I searched his face, my breath caught somewhere between hope and dread. “Then what now?” Kael’s gaze drifted toward the window, the pale light making his eyes seem even darker. “The witch isn’t gone,” he murmured. “She stayed in the village after the ritual. Lucian and Rowan have been combing through her findings. She believes whatev

KaelThe witch’s chamber smelled of smoke and iron. Candles burned down to pools of wax, their shadows stretching over stone walls etched with symbols older than any pack.Elara’s hand was still in mine, small and trembling, though she tried to hide it. I could feel her pulse racing against my skin, and my wolf prowled restlessly, wanting to shield her from everything—even from the truth.The witch laid her bowl on the table, dark liquid swirling inside it. Her eyes gleamed as she looked between us.“The seal binding her,” she said, voice as smooth as glass, “isn’t a simple spell. It’s layered. Old. Woven into her very blood. I can trace the threads, but to tear them free will require more than herbs and chants.”My grip on Elara tightened. “What more?”The witch studied me with a look I didn’t like—knowing, too sharp. “Something older than me. Older than this land. Something primal.” She let the words hang in the air like smoke.Elara’s lips parted, her eyes darting between us. “What