บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Alpha’s Second Chance Mate : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Alpha Malric’s POV“Damn it!” I slammed the door and threw the bolt. The sound of it echoed through the room like a verdict. My palms were shaking so hard the keys rattled under my grip. I ripped a length of cloth from the closet, jammed it into my mouth, and tasted cotton. My wolf thudded against the inside of my skull like a caged thing, testing the bars of restraint I had worn all my life.I caught myself in the gilded mirror and hated the man who looked back. Bloodshot eyes, a face mapped with lines I did not remember growing, a king in silk and ruin. The reflection was not flayed from nobility. It was animal and hunger and the parts of me I kept buried because the world would tear itself apart if I let them loose.My hand went to the needle before I realized I was moving. Cold metal. A syringe already loaded and sitting in the drawer like a waiting lie. Medusa-venom and wolfsbane, mixed in a bitter amber. The only thing that had ever slowed the wolf long enough for me to be human

Rhea’s POVThe corridor seemed to shrink around us as he stepped forward, the air tightening like a fist around my ribs. I pressed my back into the wall, my heart beating in my throat.“Running around my halls in a robe that barely covers you,” He said in a low, dangerous voice, “is not the smartest thing to do, dove.”I swallowed hard. “Maybe if you didn’t treat your guests like prisoners, I wouldn’t have to sneak around.”The corner of his mouth curled—not kindly, not sweetly—just a slow, wicked edge of amusement. It made something warm coil low in my belly.“‘Guests,’” he repeated, leaning closer. “I treat guests well. But you, dove… you wandered in like prey.”“I’m not prey,” I snapped, even though my voice shook. “And you’re a terrible host.”That wild glimmer in his eyes brightened, almost like he liked the challenge. He placed one hand beside my head, his body inches from mine, and the air vibrated with heat.“You’re mouthy for someone who’s trembling,” he murmured.“I’m not tr

Rhea’s POV: “Where the hell do you think you are going?”The voice came behind me, sharp and amused, almost musical in a dangerous way.A woman stood a few feet away, her head tilted as if she had stumbled upon a stray cat doing something entertaining. Moonlight painted her face silver, defining cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes vibrant with mischief and something unhinged.Nothing about her looked normal. Not even close.Short, messy black hair framed a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Her body was lean, toned, and built like someone who wrestled bears in her free time. And knives. Knives everywhere. Strapped to her thighs, her boots, her belt, the back of her forearms, even what looked like hidden sheaths sewn into her vest. She moved and metal clicked softly, like her entire body was a walking arsenal.She reached for the dagger buried in the wall beside me. Only then did I notice the thin black cord attached to its handle. With a flick of her wrist, she reeled it b

Rhea’s POV:“What did you just call me?” Theon’s eyes were black, molten, and impossible to look away from. I shrank back instinctively, shivering, my arms tightening around a one-year old Freye. She whined softly in my grasp, her tiny body trembling against mine. I could not believe this was happening. I could not believe him.“That, that you are a coward,” I spat, my voice shaking, teeth gritted, I refused to let him see me crumble. “I’m leaving you Theon, I can’t stand another moment in this space with you,” His face twisted, veins standing out along his neck, and he cursed me, every word like a slap to my skin. “You, fat, disgusting, useless!” He spat toward Freye, and I flinched, pressing her tighter to me.“You should burn in hell,” I was done. I didn’t care what would happen at this point. My chest shook with rage and fear.Theon lunged, grabbing my wrist so hard that pain shot up my arm, threatening to tear me apart. “You are going nowhere,” he shouted, his voice sharp and cr

Rhea’s POV: The comm-seal hissed like burning wires, the words on the other side mangled into something unrecognizable. My chest thudded in panic. “H….hello?” I whispered again. But instead of a reply, a loud screech tore from the other side, like metal shredding. Suddenly, the lights in the room snapped. Flickering and casting bizarre shapes on the wall. “What… what is happening?” My hands trembled, everything about this moment felt… wrong! The door slammed open and Lyria ran inside her eyes wide and distorted, not the usually composed Lyria I was starting to know, “Oh moon goddess Rhea! What in the fucks world did you do?!”My lips quivered, unable to give a straight answer and a violent gust of wind knocked us off our feet. I hit my head hard on the concrete, feeling the warm, mettalic blood pool in my mouth.“I’m so sorry…., I… didn't know this will happen,” I stammered, shaking like a leaf under her glare.“Didn’t know?!” Her voice cracked, sharp with disbelief and fear. “I wa