Semua Bab The Cursed Alpha’s Second Chance Mate : Bab 41 - Bab 43

Alpha MalricMy panic should have been tearing me apart, yet it was not, and that was the first thing that felt deeply wrong to me. For most of my life, whenever memory dragged its claws across my mind, it ripped me open from the inside and left me choking on rage and ghosts. Tonight, however, something inside me was loosening instead of breaking. The noise in my head had lowered from a violent roar to something distant and contained, like a storm retreating across mountains.I knew the reason, and it unsettled me more than the memories ever could.It was because of her.I could feel it in the way her fingers held mine, small and warm and steady, as if she did not understand that she was anchoring something that had been drowning for years. My darkness no longer felt like a sealed dungeon with no exit. It felt like a cavern where a narrow opening had finally allowed a thin beam of light to enter.I turned my face away and tightened my jaw as if I could physically resist what that mean

Rhea’s POV The air changed when he stepped toward me. It was not only the storm outside that rose. It was something inside my bones, something that made goosebumps spread across my skin in a violent wave. I had never felt anything like it before. Fear and desire braided together until I could not tell which one owned me. Alpha Malric walked toward me slowly, deliberately, like a predator closing the final distance to prey he had already chosen and already claimed in his mind. My pulse thundered. I took a step back. Then another. “Stay away from me,” I whispered, though the words came out unsteady. “Do not come closer.” He did not stop. My back hit the wall. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and suddenly there was nowhere left to go. His presence filled the space, filled the room, filled my senses. Heat rolled off him. Wild, male, dangerous heat. My wolf rose feral inside me. Not in fear, but in hunger. The wind howled through the cracks of the building like somet