All Chapters of Protector of the Alpha's cursed heir. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Range Rover jerked violently as Dante's foot slammed on the brake pedal. They were on a quiet residential street, with no other cars around, which was probably the only reason they didn't cause an accident.The car came to a complete stop in the middle of the road.Dante stared at her, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth slightly open like he couldn't quite believe she'd just asked that."What?" His voice came out strangled. "No! I'm not—that's not—why would you—""Forget it," Peggy said, and now she was upset—at herself for asking, upset at him for the immediate denial, at the whole stupid situation. "Just forget I said anything. Drive me home.""Peggy—""Drive. Me. Home." Each word was clipped, final.Dante's jaw clenched, but he put the car back in drive and continued toward her house. The comfortable atmosphere from moments before had evaporated completely, replaced by tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.When they pulled up in front of her building, Peggy had her h

"Annie, stop," Killian said, and there was warning in his voice now. "You need to calm down now.""No!" Annie backed away from all of them, her glowing hands raised defensively. "You don't understand! None of you understands! You all have your families! You all have people who love you and who you haven't lost! But I—Everyone I get close to ends up leaving me! And now Mrs Morales is going to die too because I'm standing here arguing with you instead of—"The glow intensified. Small flames began licking at her fingertips. The temperature in the room changed."Annie, listen to me—" Dante started, but Annie was beyond listening now."I have to go," she said, and she was crying again, tears streaming down her face while fire danced on her hands. "I have to save her. She's all I have left. She's—""You're going to start an inferno," Mallory said sharply. "Annie, look at yourself. You're losing control. If you leave like this, you won't save anyone.""I don't care!" The flames grew larger,

Everyone froze for half a second before Dante moved to answer it. When he opened the door, Jack escorted Peggy into the house. Peggy stood there holding a bag, her face neutral. She looked past Dante like he didn't exist, her eyes finding Killian instead."Where's the hair?" she asked immediately.Onika handed her the hairbrush. Peggy took it, examined the strands caught in the bristles, and nodded. "This will work. I need a flat surface. A table or—""Here." Killian cleared space on his desk.Peggy moved past Dante—still without looking at him—and set her bag down. She pulled out a map of Seattle, spreading it across the desk. Then came candles, crystals, and a compass.She lit the candles, arranged the crystals in a specific pattern around the map, and then took the hair from the brush. She held it over the map, her other hand hovering above the compass, and began to chant.The candles flickered and the compass began to spin on its own.Then it stopped. Pointing at a specific locati

The gunshot was impossibly loud—or maybe it just seemed that way because of what it meant. Because of what Killian knew, in that split second before the bullet hit, he knew what was about to be destroyed.The rear window of the SUV exploded inward.Time seemed to slow—each second stretching into eternity, every detail brutally, painfully clear.The motorcycle didn't stop. Didn't slow. Just kept roaring past as Killian, Dante, and Kael all drew their weapons—all fired, multiple shots that lit up the evening with flashes.One of Killian's bullets hit Tommy—caught him at his back, hard enough that his body jerked backwards on the bike. But Connor was already accelerating, one arm wrapped around his brother to keep him from falling, the motorcycle's engine screaming as they disappeared into the maze of warehouses.Dante started to run after them, but he was on foot, and just within seconds, they were gone—disappeared into the industrial district's labyrinth of buildings and alleys.Going

Dante didn't remember deciding to drive to Peggy's house. One moment he was pulling away from the villa, watching Killian stand alone in the driveway looking broken, and the next he was on Peggy's street. He should go home. Should give her space as she'd demanded. Should respect the boundaries she'd set.But he couldn't.Not tonight. Not after watching Mrs Morales die. Not after seeing Annie transform into someone unrecognisable. The knowledge that they'd been so close to saving her, so close to bringing her home, had all been ripped away in a single gunshot.He needed—something. Someone. Anything to make him feel less like he was drowning.Dante pulled up to Peggy's house and immediately felt his entire body go rigid.She wasn't alone.Peggy stood on her front porch, talking to someone. That same man from Christmas Eve—Manuel, the "friend" who had hugged her, who had made Dante's chest tighten with jealousy he had no right to feel.They were standing close. Manuel was saying somethi