Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cursed Alpha King's Mate: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

IslaI stumbled into my father's office, pushed roughly by the Alpha King's warrior. I didn’t know his name, but his presence and authority were unmistakable. I tried to steady myself, my heart pounding in my chest."Stay here," he commanded, his voice cold and stern, before locking the door behind me."Wait!" I called out, but it was too late. The metallic click of the lock echoed through the room. I felt a surge of panic as I realised my family had been separated and put in different rooms. I knew I had to be strong for them, but the weight of worry pressed down on me like a heavy fog.A faint whimper reached my ears, pulling me from my panicked thoughts. I blinked in the dim light, finally noticing Cassie huddled on the floor in the corner of the room, her pixie cut blonde hair dishevelled and tear-streaked cheeks glistening."Is... Isla?" she whispered, blue eyes widening as they met mine. A fresh wave of tears spilled down her face, her petite frame trembling. "I-I'm so sorry...

IslaI tried to focus on my breathing, which had become rather rapid and shallow all of a sudden, as the Alpha King made his way back to his seat. As his words hung in the air like a suffocating fog, I couldn't help but notice the flicker of his gaze towards his Beta. The two shared a weighted glance, as if some unspoken secret danced between them. The Beta's eyes darted back and forth, betraying his uncertainty."As I said, rejection is not an option," the Alpha King repeated, his focus returning to me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with both fear and something else entirely. "Your place is now with the Sovereign Claw pack," he said, his voice laced with authority. "You will move to the Sovereign Claw pack. You will take your place as my mate... and provide me with an heir." His declaration settled over me like a death shroud, cold and suffocating. My heart hammered against my ribcage, each beat a drum of war, calling me to fight or flee. But there was nowhere to run; h

Tristan"Oh, I am so excited to meet her." I held the phone to my ear while my mother spoke with enthusiasm. I sat in Alpha Hartwood's office talking to my mother on the phone, while Gabe looked at paperwork on the desk, a slight smirk on his face."I don't know mum," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice, "It's more complicated than that.""What could possibly be complicated about finding your fated mate?" my mother scoffed."I don't know," I sighed, preparing myself for the next part. "She's human." There was a brief pause. I glanced up at Gabe and despite him acting like he wasn’t, I could tell that he was waiting for my mother's response as much as I was."Human?" she finally asked."Yes, human," I repeated, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know how it's possible, but she's human.""Well, that's certainly unusual," my mother said, "But not impossible. The moon goddess has her reasons for all of her choices. Including her fated pairs.""I know," I said, "Bu

TristanI felt it happen the moment my teeth broke through her delicate skin. The connection, snapping into place like a lock finally finding its key. The Alpha mark, a primal bond that would tie Isla to me, to my pack, to my very essence. It wasn’t the fated mate bond; I wasn’t ready for that yet, but this would have to do for now. Her blood was sweet on my tongue, coppery and warm, and as I tasted her, something unfurled within me. A sense of rightness. Of completion.Then I felt her slump in my arms, her consciousness slipping away as the power of the mark overwhelmed her human system. I pulled back, licking the wound closed with instinctive care, watching as the bruise began to form, my mark, permanently etched into her pale skin."Isla?" I murmured, cradling her limp form against my chest. No response. Her lashes lay like dark crescents against her cheeks, her breathing slow but steady. The connection between us hummed, newly formed but undeniable, I could feel her, even now, a q

IslaThe elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh, sealing me inside the sleek metal box with Tristan. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored walls, pale, dishevelled, with dark circles under my eyes and that angry red mark visible on my neck. Beside me, Tristan stood tall and imposing, not a hair out of place despite everything that had happened. The contrast between us couldn't have been more stark.I shifted uncomfortably as the elevator began its ascent, the smooth glide so different from the creaky stairs of our farmhouse back home. Home. The word sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Would I ever see it again?"We're almost there," Tristan said, his deep voice breaking the silence, probably in an attempt to break the tension. I didn't respond, keeping my eyes fixed on the changing floor numbers. Each illuminated digit took me further from everything I knew, from the rolling moors and weathered stone walls of Cragg High, from my family. The elevator climbed highe