Semua Bab Omega's Curse: Desired by the beast who shouldn't want me : Bab 41 - Bab 50

I loved the chocolates, and he had gotten them for me, yet I couldn't love him the way he wanted. It wasn't because I was incapable, but because he deserved someone who could truly put up with him. There would always be a part of me that cared, but love was out of the question. I forced myself to take large chunks of chocolate cake, stuffing them into my mouth while he watched. My tears mixed with the chocolate spread. I didn't like the way he was treating me—like some object—and, strangely, I couldn't even stop him. "Fill your stomach, Hermosa, until you think of the various ways I will make you want chocolate." His deep, husky voice trailed through the room. Moon goddess, I was crazy to have thought that Rapheal was normal, or that his version of love was right. I grabbed a piece of chocolate, choking down the sobs rising from my lips. *I will leave; I just have to play along.* I reached for the last pieces of cake and choked them down my throat. *Gggg ggggg...* The cake had

Hermosa POV I fumbled with my hair and straightened my gown multiple times. The ceremony was filled with Alphas and Elite, and even though no one seemed to notice me, I still felt like I didn't fit in the crowd. Everyone wore masks to conceal their faces. The men were in suits while the women wore long, flowing gowns like mine. The mask was meant to hide my identity, but my hair was also part of the disguise. I had instructed the hairdresser to leave a small blonde strand visible within the dyed color. She had given me a confused look but eventually agreed. My arm was still hooked around Rapheal's as he moved forward, greeted guests, and introduced me. The women mostly rolled their eyes, scoffed with a condescending "awwwh," or mumbled hateful words at me. Apparently, Rapheal was quite the prize around here. I noticed he had changed from his denim jacket into a sharp suit. He almost looked like the perfect gentleman—the kind I knew deep down he wasn't. His mood was stiff, l

Hermosa pov My last prayers.I gulped. Why was she being this hard on me? I had given up on Rapheal and his love, yet she wouldn't let me be."Eleanor, listen to me," I begged, desperate now. "Rapheal doesn't care about you or me, but both of us can make him pay.""Pay!" Her tone rose high, the wind scattering my hair. I realized I was on the rooftop with her.She flashed a torchlight in my direction, blinding me as I covered my eyes with my palm, attempting to stop the painful glare. "It's not every day I see an Omega trying to bring down an Alpha. Unfortunately for you, your death is better for both of us.""What are you even saying!" I yelled. Trying hard to reason with a witch was out of the question; they were too headstrong and believed too much in their methods. No wonder the Alpha King kept them hidden from the rest of us.Now was the time I needed that strange strength from earlier when we fought.She patted the guard standing beside her. He looked dazed as she whispered some

Alpha King's POVI watched as they sat at the dining table, my eyes fixed on her—the one who had almost ruined my crotch. I laughed inwardly, enjoying this moment. When her eyes met mine, it was a startling connection. I knew she regretted that moment in the hospital, and I wasn't about to let it go, especially after saving her life.The dress hugged her figure perfectly, revealing a set of hips that swayed with her steps, her long, thick hair covering her shoulder blades. I leaned back, enjoying my view. She looked really good compared to the last time I had found her—more dead than alive. I grabbed a glass of wine, sipping it slowly while watching her like a hawk. She shifted awkwardly on her seat, fueling my suspicion. It wasn't sheer coincidence that I had rescued her.It seemed planned. The rooftop, the awkward guard, and Rapheal's cold gaze directed at her.Her eyes were firmly on her plate, as if something interesting was going on that I couldn't see. The knife in her hand furi

Hermosa’s POVThe maid escorted us back to our respective rooms. As we walked, I kept a sharp eye on Lucy. Her face held a sense of calm—a serenity I hadn’t seen in her before, and it made me feel restless. Just before the maid could leave us, I reached out, grabbed Lucy by the arm, and dragged her into my room. I pressed my fingers to my lips, signaling for absolute silence.She closed her mouth instantly, her ears practically glued to my face, waiting for my next words.“Why did you have to talk?” I demanded in a harsh whisper.She breathed in deeply, her shoulders sagging. “He was going to find out eventually, Hermosa. I didn't know what else to do in that moment.”“You could have just kept your lips tight,” I heaved, feeling the weight of my mission becoming more difficult than I had ever imagined.“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly, her head lowering in shame.I reached out and raised her chin so she had to look at me. “It’s fine. It’s done now. Just follow my rules from here on