All Chapters of Under Her Spell: Saving The Alpha : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ElizabethHalf the pack was in the training room. The evening sunlight spilled in through the high window; the soft thuds of fists hitting the mat and the swish of sweat filled the room. I leaned against the doorway watching Kaima spared with one of the Omegas. I tried looking elsewhere but failed—my cold gaze remained locked on her, this little witch that bewitched Nathan... my Nathan. I clenched my fist.She was good. Actually good, better than I expected for a so-called Omega. Her movements were fluid, her focus steady, but there was something in the way she moved I’d never seen in an Omega— such speed.I folded my arms, jaw tight, as I studied her every move. The more I watched her, the more my anger accelerated.I saw the impressed looks on everyone’s faces.For the past couple of days she’d be everywhere I turned—her name, her face, her laugh. It was maddening. I just wanted her gone. I don't care anymore if she was a threat or not. The maids talked about how kind she was, how

NikolaiI sat there watching her.Kaima looked nothing like the girl who had fire in her eyes a couple of days ago. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale. She still smelled faintly of herbs. The healer said she'd be fine, but she wasn’t healing fast enough, not for a werewolf. Even an Omega was supposed to heal faster than this.It wasn’t right. Something was wrong with her healing process. The bruises were supposed to have closed up by now. Even the scars were not supposed to be visible, but they still remained on her body. I clenched my fists tightly. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer like this.“Kaima…” I whispered her name. I’d seen Omegas heal faster than this from worse, but she was in too much pain. Her wolf couldn’t heal.I rested my hands on my knees, my eyes never leaving her. Knight was restless, uneasy. “She’s not fine, Nikolai,” he growled. “She’s in so much pain . She needs to heal.”“I know,” I said, rubbing both hands over my face.“We should help her,” he said thi

KaimaMy eyelids felt heavy. The world came back slowly to me.At first, it was only sound I heard. It wasn’t close—just little hum of voices. Then came the ache, a deep, full pain that pulsed through my entire body and as fast as it came, that was how it faded.I forced my eyes open, blinking and trying to adjust to the bright light of the room. The room was warm, and it smelled of him— the last person I remembered before passing out.I turned my head slightly, and he was there.Nicholai sat beside my bed, elbows resting on his knees, his hand wrapped tightly around mine. His eyes were tired and filled with so much concern.They were fixed on me, and when he noticed that I was awake, his tensed shoulders dropped.“Kaima, you’re awake,” he said softly. His smile sent warmth through me. He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours.My throat was dry when I tried to speak. “Nick…”“I’m here, okay… I am,” he said, reaching for the glass of water on the table and helping me sit

KaimaThe sound of my keyboard filled the quiet office. My fingers moved fast, my mind trying to focus on the heaps of documents scattered around my desk—numbers, contracts, property reports—anything to drown out the chaos in my chest.I was back at work. I needed to leave the packhouse because of how everyone looked at me with pity in their eyes, like they were waiting for me to break down.But I was fine.Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.“Should you even be here?”His voice came from the corner of the office, carrying that sharp-edged calm only one man could pull off.Nathan. I kept trying to avoid his gaze. He looked effortlessly handsome. Get yourself together, Kaima. I kept my head still buried in work. “I have work to do,” I said simply.He moved out of his chair, stopping beside my desk. “You’re not supposed to be working, Kaima. The healer said—”“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stopping him before he could go any further, my eyes still on the screen. “My legs are h

NathanThe scream rang through the quiet morning.I was halfway down the hall before my brain caught up with my body. The sound had come from the courtyard, sharp and intense, cutting through the morning cold.By the time I arrived there, the entire packhouse was stirring. Warriors, Omegas, even pups peered from the steps, fear evident in their eyes.Then I saw them.Two members of my pack lifeless on the ground like discarded playthings. Their skin was ashen, veins blackened like charred roots spreading beneath the flesh. Their bodies looked dry, as if the life had been drained out of them.A low growl rumbled from my chest. I crouched beside one of them. No pulse. No scent of blood. Just that stench burned herbs and decay. This was witchcraft.A dark crescent-shaped symbol was carved into the ground between the two bodies. The witches were passing a message: my one week was up.My fists clenched as the pack whispered in panic. “Prepare them for burial,” I ordered, my voice calm but