All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 93

VIOLET“I still don't think this is necessary,” I grumbled, arms crossed over my ever-growing belly. And I thought Liz's stomach was extra big. Mine was putting hers to shame.Brian sent me an annoyed stare, and with a voice that didn't match his expression, he said, “We've talked about this, it is only for a little while—”“Until the baby is here? That's a long time!”“It will be any day now.”“No, it won't,”Brian gave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, it will. You will be safer over there and it will give me some peace.”“Oh, so your mate and baby are such a burden now?” I egged.He leveled me with a pointed stare, “Violet, everyone knows you're a pain in my ass.”I gasped theatrically, clutching my chest in a fake display of pain. “How dare you?”“Do you want this in the car or should I just stuff it here with your things?” He asked, shaking the pillow I used for propping up my feet.“You are lucky that I like your beautiful ass,” I sniffed and I heard the distinct sound of someone choki

BRIANFor the first time in decades, I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own, and a room that was far from familiar. Streaks of light filtered through the billowing curtains, painting the room in different shades of dawn.Gentle to not wake her, I untangled myself from Violet which was a little hard as she was a clinger in her sleep. When I finally did, she shivered a little, but her light snores continued.Her room was as colourful as her personality. The walls were painted a pale pink, matching the overly girly wardrobe, the wood of the bed, and the singular table and chair in the room. The walls also carried drawings that were a sore to the eyes. I chuckled at the sight of the appalling stick figures and careless swipes of paint. My mate had no artistic bone in her body, that was for sure.I touched the edge of the worn table, the paint had cracked in several areas, but books were stacked neatly on one side, and trinkets on the other. I put my weary behind on the chair that creaked