All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Because You Are My Home

VIOLETLuna… Luna… Luna…The title followed me everywhere I tried to run. Their voices washed over me, their faces blurred, but I knew they were mocking. A title I had earned in blood. A title that now demanded my blood.I didn't see their concern, I couldn't hear the confusion. Breathe, I needed to breathe. Someone tried to touch me, and I shrank back, letting my legs carry me further away.“Luna?” The owner of this voice didn't give me time to run. Her arms were around me quickly in a warm hug. “Great heavens, you look petrified.”In the sea of haziness, that hug was the grounding I needed. Everything came back into focus and for the first time since I'd heard the news, I could take a breath.“Aliya?” Out of the blue, I broke into a loud wailing sob, surprising even myself. It wasn't a simple cry of discomfort, no, these were ugly sobs that shook me with their intensity.I cried for Brian, the sixteen-year-old boy who had lost his way, and I cried for the 106-year-old Brian, the wol

Vacant Eyes

VIOLETI came to slowly, hesitant to leave the sweet nothingness that was sleep.Then, there was a low growl from somewhere in the room. Brian? I peeled my eyes open, and it was Brian, all right, or rather his wolf. But I could tell immediately that there was something wrong.“Brian,” I called and regretted it.His head swung to me, almost like he didn't realize I was in the room. And those eyes were vacant. There was no recognition at all. The black demon stalked towards me, his shimmery coat catching highlights from the sunrays that filtered in, fangs gleaming and dripping saliva like they wanted to taste blood, and he was between me and my only escape route—the door. Hot sweat ran down my back, sticking my clothes to me. It was all too soon.“Brian,” I tried again, making my voice as persuasive as possible, but those dead eyes weren't close to recognizing me.He gave three short barks, growling more aggressively. And I knew then that I was done for.I leaped at the same time he di

Innocent Blood

VIOLET My hands hovered over my stomach. It was still flat. Still mine. The same soft curve I had traced absently for weeks, thinking it was exhaustion and the stress of everything keeping my appetite away.Nothing looked different on the outside. Yet inside, something tiny and innocent was growing—a life capable of saving both Brian and me. A life I might have to kill.This child was precious, pure, and untainted. Something twisted deep in my chest, sharp and ugly, something I couldn't name dragging claws through my tender flesh. Shame? Hunger? Love already turning monstrous? I couldn't name it. All I knew was that it hurt like hell.“Why did you say nothing before?” My voice came out a broken whisper, barely enough to disturb the loud silence of the cabin.A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, hot and unwelcome. I touched my face, surprised by the wetness. Was this pain or relief, or was it mourning for the choice I had already made in the darkest corner of my heart long b

Hope That Isn't Hope

VIOLET“I can't hear anything,” Brian murmured, his ear pressed warm against my still flat stomach.I absently tangled my fingers through his soft as hell hair, “It's still too early.”The air between us was still, loaded with questions and thoughts.“Do you think…”“I don't think so, Brian,” I cut softly, knowing exactly where his words would lead.He sighed, and it was a sound heavy with weariness. His head on my stomach suddenly felt like an anchor weighing me down. I was sinking, and no matter how hard I swam, I wasn't making it back to the top.I had made my choice, but it didn't mean a part of me wouldn't horribly blame Brian for it.“Can you imagine it though?” He whispered, “Our baby. Would her hair be wild and red like yours or an ugly black like mine?”His hair wasn't ugly though.Brian continued speaking. “Would she be stubborn like her mother? Sharp and quick-witted with an answer for everything?”I broke into a loud sob, because I could, in fact, imagine it. I could imagi

Our Miracle

VIOLET“You're thin,” Calvin said, his strong chin resting against my head.I couldn't summon the strength for a snarky reply, but I managed a smile. “It's good to see you're doing better, Calvin.”When he let me go, the shade of concern in his eyes had darkened. “What is happening to you, Violet?”Quietly, I left his arms and retreated to my bed, while Calvin settled on the floor, his legs folded under him and he watched me patiently.I spent a moment gathering my thoughts. This problem, if shared, would not be half solved. There was simply nothing Calvin could do to help and I was certain he knew nothing about Brian's situation. It wasn't my place to share, but then…He was patient, and he waited for several moments while I said nothing. “I have an old tree in my garden, and every time it flowers, they are so beautiful but they die.” The confusion on Calvin's face was almost comical. “This year, the flowers can stay if I hack off half of my beloved tree but they won't retain their

Countdown To Forever

VIOLETThe mornings had become ordinary again. The good kind of ordinary.Minus the fact that I was swelling really quickly, I couldn't stand the smell of anything, and my baby had declared war on everything except meat. It wanted lots of meat. Anything else was hard to swallow.Everything else was perfect. Calvin was back on babysitting duty, and he watched over me, like a doe would guard her fawn. It was both lovely and alarming. I couldn't breathe without him cross-checking the air.The curse hung over us like a dark cloud, but I was determined to enjoy every moment regardless. All was quiet in the pack, no signs of new attacks or anything fishy from the elusive enemy, and while everyone moved around with a certain ease now, a tightness still lingered in the air. Like a deeply held breath. The exhalation would come at some point.Summer rolled around real quick and the heat was almost the end of me. But the gorgeous mornings, and the evidence of life all around us made it all wort

Choosing Violet

BRIAN The heart thudded in unhurried beats; steady and calm. A life more precious than anything that had ever been given to me.I ran my hands around the smooth curve of her stomach. It still felt unreal—Violet was here with me, and she was carrying my child, a miracle I thought I'd never deserve.The woman herself was unaware of my state, stuffing her mouth full of little pieces of meat. It was all she ate now. “I feel like a balloon," she sighed, looking a little unhappy but still stuffing meat into her mouth.Well, she did look like a balloon too, but I'd never dare say it aloud. We were deep into a stage where she was always angry now. I felt my lips tip into a smile.My Violet. A tantrum was the least thing I should be worried about.Suddenly, her noisy chewing went quiet. My gaze lifted to her face and her eyes were closed, the whiteness of that face stark and accusating. The hand holding her bowl of meat hung limply at the side of the bed, and the bowl with its contents was

Silver Nights

VIOLET I knew something was wrong before he opened the door.“Brian,” I greeted, pushing my unwilling body to stand.His mumbled reply was lost behind the sudden spike of fear in my heart. Brian was pale, scarily so. And his eyebrows were tightly scrunched like he was in pain. He forced a smile for my sake and was muttering things too low for me to hear.He didn't stop by me or the table as I expected, but went straight into the corridor, and my worry spiked. Calvin had left mere moments ago and right now, I wished he hadn't.I followed after him, as fast as I could—it wasn't very fast. When I reached the room, my mate was lying flat on the bed and shivering like a single leaf against a storm. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. His eyes were closed, but he kept on muttering things I couldn't make out.“Brian,” I called out to him, my voice tight with fear.With care, I reached out to touch his forehead, and I snatched it back unconsciously. Hot. It was blistering hot.“Brian, what

The Withering Flowers

VIOLETPregnancy had one too many disadvantages—sleep was the worst of them.Dawn hadn't even begun to colour the sky when I awoke, but Brian was already gone, and I lay alone on the wooden floor, a thin blanket over my body.Out of habit, my hand reached down to rub my belly, letting the thumps of life comfort me. A horrible conclusion was being drawn in my mind, and fear had me clutching my belly tighter. We had run out of time.And we were here, unprepared, unprotected, and undeniably counting down the days until Brian wasn't Brian anymore. Rage, strong and instinctive, grew within me; this curse had no right, the moon goddess had no right. Even Brian had no fucking right.My baby had to live… somehow.I hadn't left the spot on the floor when Keren came in that morning. I clung to her like a child when she helped me up, burying my face in her shoulder and soaking up all the comfort she offered. Mindlink or not, Keren was a quiet woman. Her eyes searched mine, filled with questions

Shade In Summer

VIOLET “What?” He was paler than a ghost.His hands slipped from my face, and I caught them, pressing them back to my stomach. “This is what matters now, Brian. And we're wasting the time we have left.”To my absolute horror, those dull blue eyes filled up with moisture. “Why can't I save you?” His voice didn't falter or break, and it didn't need to. Brian was already broken.The question begged an answer, one neither one of us could provide.“I don't know, Brian. But please let me save you, let me save her.” “I don't want you to die.”“I don't want to die either,” my lips tilted on one side into a humorless ghost of a smile. “But can't you see? The end will come, and we will have spent the whole time breaking, instead of living. It has to stop.”“How do I find a shade in summer if my tree is gone—if you are gone?” He swiped his thumb back and forth on the baby bump. “She needs her mother.”“No, she needs her father, and she has a pack that will raise her. Though if she's anything l

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