Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cursed Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The smell of smoke reached them long before the town came into view. It clung to the wind thick, bitter, and sharp enough to sting the eyes. Hooves thundered against the dirt path as Alaric Varyn led his warriors through the dark forest, their cloaks snapping behind them like shadows. The night pressed close, heavy with the promise of blood.Ahead, the sky glowed red. The light from the burning town flickered through the trees, painting their faces in fire. Ash drifted in the wind, landing on Alaric’s dark hair and armour. His storm-grey eyes narrowed. Somewhere beyond the blaze, people were screaming.“Alpha!” one of his men shouted. “They’re closing in on the villagers!”Alaric didn’t look back. His voice was low, clipped. “Then we ride faster.”The command spread like a pulse through the pack. Horses surged forward, the forest blurring around them “Soldiers in squad one attack from the rear, squad two gather the women and children and Alpha squad stick with me”. The soldiers quickl

The castle was alive with sound that morning. The kind of noise that carried purpose and nerves. Boots clattered against stone floors, voices overlapped in hurried whispers, and the smell of soap, polish, and freshly baked bread filled the air. Servants rushed through the long corridors, balancing trays, folded linens, and buckets of steaming water. Someone had lit every torch in the halls, and the golden flames danced along the walls, chasing away the gray light of dawn. Even the guards, usually still as statues, stood straighter, their armor gleaming under the new light. Something was happening.Elysia noticed it the moment she stepped into the kitchen. The usual dull rhythm of the morning—bread, fire, silence—was replaced by the tense energy of expectation. She frowned as she stacked loaves of bread onto a wooden tray.“What’s going on?” she asked one of the other boys, her tone casual.The boy glanced around as if afraid someone might overhear. His face was flushed, his eyes brigh

The fire in the Alpha’s study burned low, a slow flicker that painted the room in gold and shadow. The scent of smoke mingled with parchment and ink, old leather, and faint traces of steel. Outside, the night pressed heavy against the castle walls, the wind whispering through the stone as though carrying secrets from the mountains.Alaric sat behind his desk, his storm-grey eyes tracing the borders marked across a spread of maps. The candlelight caught the faint scar near his temple, a mark from battles fought long before he became Alpha. His jaw was set, but not in anger. He had the look of a man too used to silence, one who found little rest even when the war had quieted.Across the room, Corvin Hale lounged on the window seat, a silver goblet in hand. His long, dark hair fell loose around his face, catching the firelight like strands of ink. He looked as if he’d stepped out of a portrait meant for royal halls rather than a battlefield. Too beautiful for armor and too sharp for cour

The words echoed in Elysia’s mind long after they were spoken.Will you make babies with me?For a heartbeat, the world ceased to exist. No rage. No fear. Just disbelief so sharp it left her dizzy.“Are you mad?” she finally asked, her voice hoarse, raw from terror and exhaustion, her eyebrows furrowed as the words came out of her lips.Alaric did not answer immediately. He straightened, stepping away from her fallen body as though some invisible boundary had been crossed. The distance between them felt deliberate, controlled. Dangerous in its restraint and his heart skipped, feeling unsure of the way he felt, he brushed it away and he continued talking.“You are alive,” he said instead. “That is the only thing that matters right now.”Elysia pushed herself onto her elbows, pain screaming through her ribs. Blood coated her tongue. Her head throbbed where it had struck the floor. Still, she forced herself upright, dagger clutched weakly in her hand, trying to hold it more firmly but ev

Morning light crept into the chamber like it was trespassing. It had been an interesting night before, Elysia tried to kill an Alpha but failed and somehow she had survived it.Elysia noticed it immediately because she had been awake for hours, lying stiffly atop the bed as though it might accuse her of theft if she relaxed too much. The mattress was absurdly soft. Offensive, really. The kind of bed that suggested people here expected to wake up again. It had been a long time since she slept on a proper bed and quickly her mind forced memories of her past into her mind but she had to push them back.She swung her legs over the side and stood. Pain bloomed along her ribs, sharp but manageable. She welcomed it. Pain meant she was still real, that it wasn't a dream, the pain reminded her that she had failed and she believed that she deserved it.The door opened without warning.Alaric stepped inside.In daylight, he was worse.At night, he had been a shadow and a threat, all sharp edges