All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Second Chance Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rhea’s POVLyria paced the length of the chamber, her steps sharp and restless as she dragged a hand through her hair, her unease filling the room like a gathering storm.“This is all shades of wrong,” she said, turning toward me abruptly. “Rhea, the Alpha did not avoid women simply because he wished to. It was an obligation.”I frowned, confusion knotting in my chest. “An obligation to what?”“To fate,” she replied, lowering her voice as she moved closer. “There have always been speculations, whispered among seers and elders. They say his fated mate would arrive at the wrong time, that her presence would disrupt the balance rather than restore it.”My stomach tightened as she continued.“They believe that when she ascends, everything will fracture. That both of them will suffer. That the bond will not bring harmony, but destruction.” Her eyes searched mine. “Some say he will end up killing her. Others believe she will be the one to ruin him.”“That is complete nonsense,” I snapped, r

Rhea’s POV don’t think you understand the gravity of this situation, do you, Lyria?” I hissed, frustration bubbling in my chest. She skipped along the stones of the pathway like the world had nothing but joy to offer, heaven knows why, while I struggled to hold my stomach in check, fighting off the retching that threatened to betray me. Lyria the great unstoppable reckless Lyria was thrilled to the point of sickness.After that unsettling moment, Alpha Malric left, and I ran straight to Lyria, recounting the events to her. “You know what that freaking means, Rhea? A war!!!” she screamed, her voice cutting through the wind. She yanked her dark hair into a messy bun, eyes blazing. “Do you know how sickening it is, wasting your damn youth trapped in the godforsaken walls of Duskmoor because everyone is too cowardly to strike against our Alpha? But this, this is amazing!”“No! And no!” I threw my hands in exasperation, the urge to shake her, to scream a hundred and eighty nine ways at h

Rhea’s POV The first scream didn't sound real.It cut through the celebration like torn silk, too sharp, too sudden, and for a strange suspended second nobody reacted because joy was not supposed to break that fast. The drums were still beating. Someone was still laughing near the fire pits. A pup was still mid spin in the dance circle, grinning at the sky.Then another scream followed, louder, choking.Everything collapsed.The drums stopped. Plates shattered. Fire bowls tipped and rolled. Smoke climbed into the air as festival cloth caught flame. Mothers lunged for their children. Warriors reached for weapons they had set aside for dancing.My breath caught. “What is happening?”Danger, my wolf answered at once, no hesitation now. Not memory. Not vision. Real danger.The gates exploded inward.Armored soldiers stormed through in brutal formation, shields marked with a blazing star sigil carved across the steel. The Star Pack. I knew that mark from whispered warnings and old stories

Rhea’s POV“Never, that’s impossible!”Alpha Malric turned his back to me as if even looking at me had become a violation. His shoulders were rigid with strain, his jaw set hard enough to crack stone. The fading glow of the curse marks still burned across his skin, but his control had returned just enough for cruelty to take its place.“You think this is some twisted fantasy you can step into and claim?” he asked, his voice low and cutting. “You walk into my life, kiss me while I am bound and half consumed, and then declare yourself my fated mate.”My throat tightened painfully. “I did not invent what I felt.”He gave a humorless laugh and turned halfway, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. “What you felt was impulse and heat. Do not dress it in the language of destiny.”Tears blurred my vision despite my effort to hold them back. “You are being unfair.”“Unfair?” His gaze hardened. “You took advantage of my weakness. I was chained, Rhea. Not in control of myself. Convenient moment for yo

Rhea’s POV“No. You don’t want that. You do not want to know. You’d wish you never asked.”His voice came out strained, like each word dragged across broken glass. He turned his face away from me, jaw tight, shoulders rigid, as if even looking at me made the truth harder to contain. I saw the way his fingers trembled when he pinched the bridge of his nose, saw the way he fought for breath like a man standing at the edge of a cliff.Pain moved through my chest at the sight of him like that. Not the fear he inspired in others. Not the legend. Not the cursed Alpha. Just a man barely holding himself together.“You become what you believe you are,” I said softly.My voice surprised even me. It didn’t shake the way I expected. It carried something steadier. Something that reached toward him instead of retreating.His head turned slightly, eyes cutting toward me, conflicted and dark.“You do not know what I am,” he said.“Then tell me,” I answered. “Let me know.”My wolf stirred beneath my r