All Chapters of Game Of Fate With The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE GUEST ♠ SYLVARA ♠“What? A guest?” I asked, staring at Darius like he had just grown a second head. My tone was sharp, suspicious.“Yeah,” he replied simply, but the flicker of something unreadable crossed his eyes—a glint of silver, almost predatory.I narrowed my gaze. “Hey, Darius, take care of your guest yourself. I don’t have the energy.” My voice came out nonchalant, but my heart was already picking up pace.“Yes,” he said, his tone softening unexpectedly. “I’ll take care of it soon. You can get some rest.”I nodded slowly, though my mind was already working overtime. Another way to escape, I thought, pulse thrumming with a mix of nerves and excitement.“I’ll place the ice packs on it,” he murmured, pressing a cool pack against my sore lower back and ass. His hands were warm, almost burning through my skin.“Don’t get hurt again,” he added softly, his lips brushing a kiss over the small of my back. It was gentle, too gentle for the wolf I knew lurked beneath his skin.Weird

Comforting Her ♣ Darius ♣ “Darius—please!” she called out, her voice quiet but raw enough to stop me in my tracks. She never begged. That wasn’t her style. Sylvara was the kind who bit back even when she was bleeding. But tonight, her eyes told a different story, dimmed light, trembling hands she tried to hide, silence that clung to her like frost. She masked it all with hatred, but I saw through it. I always did. And it killed me. Not the quick kind of death. Not the kind that comes with claws or bullets. This one was slower—poison seeping through veins, an invisible dagger twisting deep in my chest. I wasn’t built for softness. I ruled with dominance, control, and fear. The pack followed my command because they knew what I could do. Yet watching her fold in on herself like that, like something inside her was breaking and I couldn’t stop it… that was a different kind of torment. A fire I couldn’t put out. She hadn’t slept for nights. Her scent carried exhaustion and salt—fear,

BATH♠ SYLVARA ♠ “Where do you think you are going?” The question echoed in my head.The tiles were cold beneath my bare feet, but my body was screaming otherwise. He stood between me and the door. Shirtless, the ink of old scars, the raw weight of him that demanded my eyes and refused to let go, eyes dark with something unspoken—and I knew that look. Darius wasn’t angry; he was curious.Testing me, just like earlier.His gaze swept over me like smoke—slow, deliberate, heavy with the kind of intent that made my breath catch in my throat. I lifted my chin, arms crossed, matching his stare even though my pulse was thundering in my ears. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of backing down. Not here. Not now.“You’re playing too hard to get,” he said, voice low and edged like a blade hidden in velvet. I didn’t move. “I never asked for your favor. All I wanted was for flowers to be dropped beside you in six months.”That was all it took.He stepped forward, slow and certain, until my bac

FANGBORN'S LEDGER♣ DARIUS ♣ It was a crazy morning. I hadn’t expected any guests at all, not after the gunfire before dawn. I only invited Lycus—but somehow, I ended up welcoming a few weirdos.I was burning inside with intensity. This wasn’t rage. Rage is for amateurs. This was something else—something older, darker. The kind of anger that waits ten years to pull a trigger. The kind that buries pack brothers and sends flowers to their widows.“How dare—” I said, my voice low, rough, like ash and ice. “They dare to attack me? They must think they can take—” I paused, letting the silence stretch like a blade.Then I looked at each of them running off with their injured, one by one, slow and staggering. I watched them like I was choosing coffins.My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, thrilled by the scent of blood and fear. My gun wasn’t the only thing that got me excited. “That’s it,” I muttered with a dangerous smirk. “Slyvara, are you okay?”She looked at me like I was insane

THE WEARHOUSE ♣ DARIUS ♣ “Grrrrrr,” my phone vibrated on the desk inside the study room, the low growl of the ringtone echoing against the dark wood. The name flashing across the screen made my jaw tighten — Lycus. One of my most loyal wolves.“Hello, Don,” his voice came from the other end, crisp and controlled.“What is it?” I asked, my tone calm but heavy with authority.“We found them! The men that attacked you this morning.”A low smirk curved my lips, sharp and predatory. I could already feel the beast inside me stir — hungry for retribution. Lycus had never disappointed me. I knew he wouldn’t need twenty-four hours to track those bastards down. His senses were sharper than most, his loyalty sharper still.He was known for his ability to hunt — not just people but secrets. Even politicians feared the whisper of his name.“Okay. I’ll be there by evening,” I said, glancing out the tall glass window.The midday sun hung high, casting molten gold over the forested hills that surro