Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cursed Alpha’s Second Chance Mate : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Rhea’s POV “Ouch.” The word scraped out of my throat like broken glass. My voice hardly sounded like mine. It was thin, parched, tremoring with something uglier than pain. Alpha Malric didn't care, slowly dragging my body across the rough gravel as if the friction itself was part of the punishment. Stones snagged my clothes, dry patches scraped my skin raw. “Let me go, please.” The plea slipped out before I even realized it. I couldn't think, I couldn’t even breathe. I could only beg pathetically, “I promise I’ll anything….I didn't mean any harm.… I wanted to make sure my child was alright. Please, Alpha Malric… please….” The soil smelled damp, like earth preparing to swallow something. Clouds gathered above us, thick and heavy, turning the once brilliant blue sky into a dull, sickly gray. Lightning cut through the horizon like a curse etched across the heavens. “Oh no…” “This is bad…” “She’s in trouble…” “Such a pity…” Soft whispers spread around us. Staff members and

Rhea’s POv I did not feel myself being dragged back to my room. I did not feel the guards shove me inside or hear the lock click behind me. All I felt was the trembling in my bones. All I saw was blood on my hands that was no longer there. All I heard was the Alpha’s laugh. That cruel, approving laugh as the Hulk’s body grew cold beneath me. I crawled onto the bed, pulling the duvet over my head like a frightened child, shaking so badly that the mattress groaned. The moment my face disappeared into the darkness of the blankets, the tears came. Hot, violent, endless. They slid down into my mouth, salty and warm, mixing with the dried blood at the corner of my lips. My stomach twisted, claws raking through my insides. They had taken away food. They had taken water. They said it was punishment. I knew the truth. I deserved it. I killed him. I whispered it into the sheets again and again until the words lost shape. I killed him. I killed him. I killed him. Moments later, the door c

Rhea’s pov “Admit it dove, you came here for me,” he said, low and rough, voice sliding over me like fire. “Or maybe… you came because you wanted me to want you.”I swallowed hard. My pulse betrayed me, a frantic drum in my ears. “I’m here because I despise you to the moment of wanting to wipe you off existence,” I countered even as my body heated with a truth I refused to admit.His heterochromatic eyes flared, alive and dangerous, consuming me entirely. “Liar,” he murmured, inching closer, hands hovering near my waist. “I can feel the truth crawling under your skin. You ache for me. Every fiber of you does.”Goosebumps rose where his fingers brushed lightly against my arms. Just the ghost of a touch, and I was already trembling. I wanted to shove him away. I wanted to push myself from this madness. And yet I could not.“You feel that,” he whispered, leaning close. Breath warm against my cheek. “This pull, this fire. Your blood is calling to me as much as mine calls to you. Tell me

Rhea’s POV Zain and I descended into the farthest part of the house, down a narrow stairwell that groaned beneath our weight. Each step echoed too loudly, the walls closing in as if the manor itself were holding its breath. “This is a terrible idea,” I muttered. My wolf agreed wholeheartedly. When we reached the bottom, Zain stopped before a sealed door. He flicked a switch. Dim, warm light flooded the room. He stepped aside. “Go closer.” “I do not like the way you say that.” “Rhea.” Something in his tone made my stomach drop. I took one step forward. Then another. And then I saw it. My breath left me in a broken gasp as my hand flew to my mouth. The painting loomed before me, massive and impossible, its colors dark and alive, as if the canvas breathed. Rain and mud clung to the figures depicted, blood vivid against storm soaked ground. An Alpha knelt in the center, head thrown back in agony, arrows protruding from his back as he cradled a bloodied body

Rhea I… what?” I stumbled over the words, disbelief clawing at my throat. Shock barely scratched the surface of what I was feeling. Could I even call it shock? My mind whirled, chaotic, refusing to settle on a coherent thought. Could it really be true? She had never told me outright, never even hinted. I just… I didn’t know.“For how long?” The question slipped from me, trembling, barely audible, yet I needed to know.Lyria shook her head slowly, her expression unreadable, her tone calm but deadly certain. “I’d lay my life down to protect him, Rhea. You think the world sees him as a monster, but here? To us, he’s our protector. Every single one of us carries a story, a darkness we can’t share, and yet he never condemned any of it. Never. Not once.”I blinked, unable to grasp the weight of her words. The air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken histories and raw truth.“His ways… yes, they’re questionable,” Lyria continued, her voice quiet but firm. “But all he’s doing is protect