Semua Bab Omega's Curse: Desired by the beast who shouldn't want me : Bab 51 - Bab 60

RAGAL POV (Alpha Lycan King)I donned the fresh suit and pants brought by my Beta. He stood outside the chambers, patiently waiting for me. What Morgan did today was the core definition of obedience—the exact kind of loyalty I seek. Those elders will soon learn why power should be honored.All of them knew the chambers were out of bounds for anyone; not even the pack’s personal maid entered here. They had tested my patience long enough—it was time I gave them a taste of my own madness. I yanked the door open, almost tearing it from its hinges in a fit of rage, the thought of the elders’ disobedience spilling through my every movement.“Where are they?” My voice came out deep and commanding. I met Morgan’s fearful gaze.“The main hall, sir.”“Good,” I said coldly, dismissing the lingering heat of my transformation to focus on those elders. These days, the plagues provided enough reason for them to wag their tongues against me. I would teach them how to kneel and beg for mercy. I smirke

Hermosa pov The long conversations between the Alpha King and me were enjoyable. His cold eyes hid a warmth he was trying hard to keep secret. His muscles were just as I remembered—strong and toned—and his jawline was sharp. Nothing about him was simple. I knew that being here was dangerous.His energy was dark and calm, which I expected from an Alpha. But something about him stayed with me, and it made me feel uneasy.He calmly asked if I wanted to go on a trip with him. He didn’t really give me a choice. If I said no, he might start to suspect me, especially after what happened in the chamber. Images of his body flashed through my mind as I tried to act normal. Even now, I knew he was daring me to go with him.This wasn’t a request—it was an order. I could feel it in his gaze. Still, I was curious about the darkness in his eyes; it reminded me of Rapheal. I bit my lip, wondering if I was making the right choice or if I was walking into a trap.He stared at me so intensely that I wo

Hermosa Pov RapeThe man dragged me toward a quiet alley and forced me into a house. He was so strong that I couldn't get away. The metallic scent coming from him told me exactly who he was. All Alphas wore special rings on their middle fingers because they claimed it gave them power.“Let me go!” I screamed as he threw me onto a bed and ripped his shirt open. I was right: it was an Alpha.It was Alpha Rowan of the Blackburn pack. He was famous for the way he treated women. Back at the strip club, Eleanor used to provide him with many of us.“You whore,” he said, breathing hard as he quickly pulled off his belt. “Be grateful I even want to sleep with you.” His eyes turned yellow with lust.He was just like the other Alphas who wanted to take a piece of me at the club but couldn't because of Raphael. I wasn’t going to let a disgusting man like him touch me.I jumped up from the bed and ran for the door while he took off his clothes. I pushed and pulled at the handle, but it wouldn’t m

Ragal’s POV"A whore?" I couldn't bear to hear another word before I lashed out and did something terrible to him.But he had it coming. I snarled, knowing Alpha Rowen—just like any Alpha, he would come seeking retribution for what she had done to him. I would crush him then, for daring to touch her.I took Hermosa in my arms and left.We got into my car quickly and drove toward the pack's hospital—the same one where I had registered her best friend. I reached over and brushed a few strands of hair away from her bloodied face. Her presence calmed me more than any vial I had ever drunk. Her pain was my pain. *I won't let anything bad happen to you,* I thought, kissing her forehead and forgetting, for a minute, that I had almost rejected her.We reached the hospital, my eyes watching her every move. She hadn't opened her eyes since the start of this journey, and the stillness worried me.Upon arrival, I lifted her body and placed her firmly on a gurney. A terrified Morgan stood far behi

Rapheal’s POVShe nodded her head quickly in affirmation. "No—""Are you sure?" I gripped her arm tightly, my claw marks appearing on her skin."Yes, I did!" she said, fright dancing in those beautiful eyes of hers—eyes I wouldn't hesitate to pluck out if I found out she was plotting against me."That's a good girl." I smiled. "So, what did you order the witch to do?" I pulled her in close enough to hear the soft thumping of her heartbeat."I asked her to get blood samples from you and the Alpha King.""What for?""I—I..." she stammered."Calm. Breathe, little witch. I won’t hurt you." I pressed an insincere thumb to my hairy chest. Watching her reaction to my movement was priceless.She knew that I shouldn't be able to harm her, but I knew different ways to keep her talking. Those years of giving her different Omegas to experiment on were finally paying off. These witches had a thing for Omega blood; they used it for their rituals and sacrifices. If the Alpha King finds out that his