Semua Bab Omega's Curse: Desired by the beast who shouldn't want me : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Rapheal pov I stared at her mouth, which was still filled with pasta, eating like whatever she had done was just simple. Her lips were smeared with a little sauce at the sides. I wanted to wipe it off, but I couldn't. Not when I knew what she had done. My cheeks still pulsed from the bruise on my face. I grabbed the knife lying on the floor; my blood still stained the blades, making it a little bloody. "One more thing, Raphael," she said casually, shoving more pasta into her mouth. "I will be going with Lucy." "Lucy?" My voice echoed loudly in my head. I hadn't expected her to call for my maid. "Is there a problem?" she asked, staring at my confused expression as she filled her mouth with more pasta. "Why Lucy?" I asked, trying to play calm, forcing a smile on my lips as I forced them to receive the glass of water. "Nothing. She is just quiet and calm." She paused, snatched a large steak from the table, and forced it down her throat in savage, hungry bites. Gosh, she

Hermosa povI had just made the poor girl's suffering worse: first, as the pack's exploited maid, and now, a sacrifice to some beast Rapheal claimed was just beyond the trees.The air here was cold and quiet, trapped beneath the thick tops of the cursed forest. Every tree looked dead, and the ground was a damp mess of old leaves that muffled sound. This heavy, silent place felt like it was watching us."I can't let her go there!" I told him fiercely, my eyes locked on Lucy."There's no other choice. It's her or our plans fail," he replied, his voice flat.The thought of our plan failing was terrifying, but giving up Lucy for my own goals was wrong."So, this was the plan all along. Tie up a girl and wait for the Alpha King." I ran my hands through my hair, angry.The Alpha King, Rapheal’s "beast," lived deep inside this rumored cursed forest—a place where shadows were always thick and silence felt like a threat."If he is a beast and a killer, how will she survive?" I was finished wit

Hermosa Pov The shuffling of feet and the hurried rhythm of movement woke me from what I could only call a deep slumber.The fast footsteps of the maids as they moved a large fabric across the room made me rub my eyes open. They seemed to be in a terrible rush and completely unbothered by me.My body felt heavy, like lead, and I was sure I had been asleep for a long period of time. Little by little, tiny shards of my memory returned. Lucy was bound by ropes, and her screams echoed through the forest until her voice went hoarse from all the noise. Her eyes were red and puffy, with dried tears on her cheeks that told the stories of betrayal. It felt like my betrayal to her.I hadn't known that Raphael would go to such an extent. I wasn't informed; if I had been, I would have gone in her stead without a second thought.I blinked my eyes twice to clear the heavy fog from my vision. The maids were putting on unusual apparel today, and their feet ran fast, putting things together.I stared

Alpha king Pov I drank another cup of coffee. It tasted bitter and sweet in my mouth, just like it should. I had told the maid to brew something strong for me to ensure I couldn't sleep. This one tasted too bland, and the aroma rubbed off my tongue like a bad disease. I dropped the cup on the table, spreading the map of my packs: the nine packs that were under my rule. Each pack had boundaries, warriors, and food supply; I had made sure of that. I checked the books piled on the table, indicating each pack's revenue. Most allocation went to the hospital, and they sent little to me. It was getting suspicious. The numbers were glaring proof that something wasn't right. I traced each of the eight packs and found out the same thing, but when I reached for the Blood Moon Pack, I soon realized that this felt like siphoning of funds—and the exact same amount, too. I glanced at my wristwatch while I straightened my body. I needed a stretch badly, and this wasn't enough. Neither could

Alpha king Ragal She opened her mouth to say something, but I could barely hear anything. Her fingers instead pointed at the forest mouth. I guess it was trauma ; it had a way of doing unfavorable things to people's minds. I had searched through every nook and cranny of this forest, but the only thing I could find was the car trails leading to the forest mouth. Her fingers still traced the same place, undeterred, until her body succumbed to the injuries. Her hands fell by her side. This time, her eyes were closed tightly. I nudged her quietly, but there was no response. I did it again before taking her hand to check her pulse; it was faint. I carried her carefully, afraid that she might break, before journeying deeper into the thicket of bushes where the branches were thicker and bushier. Some dangerous thorns pricked through my skin, drawing little droplets of blood from my exposed flesh. I thanked Leo for putting me in this situation, if only my wolf listened to actual rea