บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

KaelHer words struck like a blade to my chest.“I might be a wolfless omega, but I’m not weak.”Elara’s eyes burned with fire, daring me to deny her. She had no wolf. She had no reason to stand her ground against me. And yet, every time she did, it stripped me bare in ways no warrior, no rival, no curse ever could.And gods help me, I wanted her.The wolf inside me prowled, snarling, pressing against my ribs. It wasn’t just want. It was need—bone-deep, dangerous, suffocating. I had spent my whole life fighting urges like this, restraining myself until my soul ached, but standing there with Elara, I felt that last thread of control unravel.“You don’t know what you’re saying,” I growled, stepping closer.“Then show me,” she whispered. Her lips trembled, but her gaze never wavered. “Show me I’m wrong.”Something snapped inside me.In two strides I was on her, my hand fisting in her hair as my mouth crashed onto hers. The taste of her was wildfire—sweet and consuming, searing every part

ElaraThe room felt smaller with Kael in it, the air thick with the kind of silence that makes every breath a choice. He stood a few feet away, broad shoulders rising and falling in measured restraint, golden eyes half lit by the fire. I could hear the faint rumble of his wolf beneath his control, a low sound that made the hairs along my arms lift.When he stepped toward me, I forgot to breathe. Heat rolled off him, that strange mix of danger and safety that only Kael could carry. My pulse stuttered. I told myself to move, to speak, but every part of me leaned closer instead.He reached out slowly, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch left a trail of warmth that sank deeper than it should have. “You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, voice rough with something that was both warning and confession.“Like what?” I whispered, even though I already knew.“Like you’re not afraid of what I am.”“I’m not,” I said, and it surprised me how true it sounded

ElaraWarmth. That’s the first thing I feel. It wraps around me, heavy and steady, like sunlight trapped under skin. I don’t open my eyes right away—I’m afraid that if I do, the comfort will vanish, and I’ll wake up back in the dark, alone.But then I feel it.A heartbeat against my back. Slow. Strong. Real.Kael.I breathe in, and his scent hits me—earth after rain, smoke, and something wilder underneath. It floods my senses until it’s all I can taste. I realize I’m curled into him, his arm slung around my waist, fingers resting just under the hem of the shirt he must have put on me last night.My cheeks heat. The memories come in flashes—the light bursting from my skin, his eyes shifting gold, the way he caught me when my legs gave out after I shifted back. He’d whispered something against my hair as he carried me inside, but I’d already been slipping into unconsciousness.Now… now I’m awake, and I can feel the pulse of something new moving inside me.Wolf.The word brushes my mind

Elara The room is still, the kind of quiet that presses against the skin. Morning light filters through the heavy curtains, touching the edge of the bed where Kael once lay. His scent lingers—smoke, pine, the faintest trace of something wild. I pull the blanket tighter around me, but it doesn’t chase away the chill his absence leaves behind.My whole body feels… different. Stronger, yes, but unsettled. There’s a hum beneath my skin, an awareness I’ve never felt before. It’s as if my bones remember something my mind can’t.And then—there she is again.You’re awake, the voice murmurs, soft but certain, brushing the inside of my thoughts.I swallow hard. “You’re real.”I always was.Her tone carries a quiet strength, the kind that makes me want to both cry and believe. I slide off the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor, and walk to the window. The courtyard below is busy—warriors moving in formation, the clang of steel against steel. I shouldn’t feel safer here than anywhere else, b

ElaraThe air felt heavier that morning, thick with the scent of damp earth and something… off. I couldn’t explain it, but my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, pacing, ears pricked.Something isn’t right, she whispered, low and sharp.I paused at the window, looking out toward the woods that bordered the pack lands. The trees swayed under a gray sky, shadows shifting in ways that made the back of my neck prickle. It should’ve been peaceful, but my heartbeat said otherwise. Kael had left early with Ronin and Lucian to patrol the southern ridge after another report of movement near the border. He hadn’t said it aloud, but I could feel his tension before he’d gone. Garrick was out there—somewhere—and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.The thought made my stomach twist.I tried to distract myself by walking to the garden. The flowers Kael had insisted be replanted after the last storm were starting to bloom again—roses, pale and delicate, their scent drifting through the a