All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KaelThe metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue as the last rogue fell limp beneath my claws. The clearing was silent again, save for the sound of my breathing—ragged, furious, alive.Then I saw her.Elara knelt in the grass, blood trailing down from her temple, her hair tangled, her eyes wide with shock. The sight of it—of her hurt, of her bleeding because I hadn’t been here—snapped the last of my control.I shifted, bones cracking, fur receding as I took my human form. The shift barely registered; I was already moving toward her.“Elara,” I rasped, my voice raw.Her gaze lifted to meet mine, glassy and trembling. “Kael…”I dropped to my knees beside her, hands already reaching for her face. The blood wasn’t much, but seeing it—seeing that someone had dared to touch her—made something primal inside me roar.“Who did this?” I growled, scanning the treeline as though I could drag Garrick himself out by the throat.She flinched at the sound, and it gutted me. I forced my voice lo

KaelThe door clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed was a curse of its own.Her scent lingered in the air — soft, wild, maddening. It coiled around me like smoke, sinking beneath my skin until I could barely breathe. Every instinct screamed to follow her, to pull her back into the safety of my arms and damn the consequences.But I didn’t move.I couldn’t.If I touched her again, I wouldn’t stop. And if I didn’t stop… she’d die.My hands clenched at my sides, the faint tremor betraying me. The wolf inside me growled, pacing, restless. She is ours, he snarled. The bond is already forming.“Don’t,” I hissed under my breath. “We’re not doing this.”The beast quieted but didn’t retreat. He never did when it came to her. The moment she’d stepped into my territory, he’d recognized what I tried to deny — that she was the one thing fate had bound to me.And the one thing I could never have.I dragged a hand through my hair and crossed to the window. Outside, the forest stretch

KaelThe pack compound burned with noise and motion. Shouts, claws, steel—the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. I hit the ground running, half-shifted, the world sharpening into color and scent. Every sound carried weight. Every movement was a threat.“Keep the north line sealed!” I roared, my voice distorted by the shape of my throat. “Lucian—left flank!”The Delta’s answering growl echoed through the chaos. The pack moved as one, trained and brutal, but the rogues kept coming—desperate, hungry, too many. Garrick’s scent rode the wind like poison, taunting me from somewhere near the treeline.I tore through the first wave, claws ripping across fur, the crack of impact ringing in my skull. My wolf wanted loose—wanted the full shift, the release—but I needed the edge of thought to command. Half man, half beast, I fought with both.A rogue lunged from my right; I caught him midair and slammed him into the dirt, snapping his momentum and the will to rise. “You think

ElaraThe light died slowly.Silver faded to ash, drifting away like smoke, leaving only the soft hiss of fire and the scent of blood. I stood in the ruins of the stronghold, chest heaving, every muscle trembling from the fight that had barely ended.And there she was — at the center of it all, collapsed among the broken stone, the faint glow around her flickering out like the last heartbeat of a dying star.“Elara…”The word barely left my mouth before I was moving. My knees hit the ground beside her, dust rising in soft clouds. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers — weak but steady.Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt.“You’re safe,” I murmured, though I wasn’t sure if I was saying it for her or for myself.Her lashes fluttered. “Kael?”Her voice was faint, slurred with exhaustion. But she was conscious. That was enough.“I’m here.”I gathered her into my arms, her body weightless against mine. The warmth still pulsing faintly from her skin made my wolf stir — awe and terror tang

RoninA day. One day.That’s all it had been since the girl glowed like moonfire, since Kael shattered whatever spell held her caged.And the entire pack felt it.They pretended they didn’t — training, patrolling, sparring — but every wolf here was unsettled. Eyes sharper. Backs straighter. Instincts humming like taut wire.When the Moon touches something, it leaves a mark on everyone nearby.I watched them from the balcony overlooking the training yard. Warriors swung steel, but their footing was off, movements a beat behind normal rhythm. Their minds weren’t here.They were wondering what Elara was — and what she was about to turn Kael into.Lucian joined me, silent at first. He never wasted words. The only sound was metal striking metal below.“They’re distracted,” he finally said.“So are you.”He gave a humorless huff. “Fair.”“Outer patrols?” I asked.“Rogue tracks near the eastern ridge.” He paused. “Rot in the scent.”Witch-rot.A slow cold spread through my spine. “How close?