All Chapters of Protector of the Alpha's cursed heir. : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

What..." Annie's voice was filled with horror. "What was that?"Belarie's face lit up like a child on Christmas morning."It worked," he breathed. "I knew it. I knew I could do this."He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with manic joy. "Your baby just howled, Annie. Do you understand what that means? Werewolf blood and EmberBorn blood—fused in one being. He's magnificent. One of a kind."Annie looked sick."You're having him the same day Killian arrives," Belarie said, almost giddy now. "What a beautiful coincidence. What perfect timing.""Please," Annie sobbed. "Please, Belarie, stop this—"Belarie's hand hovered over the control panel."Stop?" he repeated softly. "But we're so close, Annie. Just a little more."He pressed the button.And Annie screamed one word—one name—with everything she had left."KILLIAN!" she calmed the name vehemently like just calling him would make him appear instantly to rescue her.****Killian jerked upright in his study so violently that he nearly knock

Annie's eyes flew open.For a moment she just stared at him—like she couldn't trust what she was seeing."Killian," she breathed. "Is it really you?""Annie... It's me. I'm so sorry it took me this long. I'm so—""Get me off this table," Annie whispered. "Please. Please get me off this table."He ripped the restraints with his bare hands and pulled her into his arms. She collapsed against him, sobbing. “You came… You came…”"Of course," Killian said, scanning the room—the IV pole, the monitors, the walls that were scorched with ritual marks, mixed with clinical equipment. "What happened in here, Annie?" Killian pulled back just enough to look at her face. "What did he do to you?"Annie's hand moved to her stomach. "He accelerated the pregnancy," she said. "He's been forcing my body to grow Jeffrey to full term. And according to Belarie, I'm birthing Jeffrey today.""Wait...what? At five months? Is he drunk or stupid?" Dante said, disbelief etched across his face. Killian stared at h

Killian blinked through the smoke, his lungs burning, his eyes streaming. He took Candice's hand, and she pulled him up.And beside her, moving like a shadow with purpose—Darius.Killian was on his feet before conscious thought caught up with instinct. "Onika! Help me get Annie out!"Onika was already moving, her hands finding Annie's shoulders, lifting her with the kind of desperate strength that comes from knowing every second counts.Killian turned to Brie—and his heart stopped.Dante was already there—on his knees beside Brie's body, his hands hovering over her. Kael was still holding her, his face carved from something beyond grief."Briana—" Killian's voice cracked. He dropped to his knees beside them, his hand reaching out—hovering just above her chest where Belarie's fire had gone through. Her eyes were open but empty. Staring at nothing. His baby sister.Gone."We have to go," Katherine's voice came from behind him, sharp and terrible in its control. "Killian. We have to mov

Kael's face went white. "No. You can't be serious.""A wraith," Dante continued, his voice rising, "is what happens when our wolf is contaminated by a vampire's blood. You want to turn him into a zombie just to keep him alive?" He stopped, his throat working. "We're not doing that to Killian."Kael's eyes snapped to Candice, and his glare held old recognition. "You made damn sure we understood what happens when a werewolf is turned into a vampire. You gave us a whole lecture on it when you—" He stopped, his jaw clenching. When you almost turned all of us. When you held that threat over our heads. Thanks. But we're not turning Killian into a hybrid abomination. He wouldn't want that either."Candice's eyes flashed. "Boy, don't look at me like I'm the villain here. You were the ones who barged into my home and blew up my gates. What exactly were you expecting? That I'd serve you dessert and send you the fuck on your way?"No one spoke for a moment. Candice stepped closer to Katherine,

Killian stood frozen on the highway, trying to process what Dante had just told him.Onika took your son.The words didn't make sense. They couldn't. Onika—loyal, fierce, protective Onika—had taken Jeffrey the moment Annie gave birth and delivered him straight to Belarie.But there was no time.No time to rage, no time to break, no time to let the hybrid fury building in his chest explode into the violence it wanted to become.Annie was still bleeding out miles away, and she needed Katherine's healing spell. "Mom, get in the car." Killian's voice was flat, controlled—the kind of control that comes right before something shatters. He turned to Katherine. "Now."Katherine didn't argue. She slid into the passenger seat of Candice's car, and Killian was behind the wheel before she even closed the door.The engine roared.And they were gone.The remaining group stood scattered across the highway like survivors of a shipwreck—Kael, Dante, Candice, Darius, Eloise, Lady Eden, and Lady Eliana