Semua Bab After Betrayal, I Married The Cursed Alpha King: Bab 31 - Bab 37

The royal palace glittered like a living jewel.Crystal chandeliers poured light over marble floors, gold-threaded banners bearing the insignias of every major pack lining the grand hall. Power gathered here tonight—measured not just in titles, but in glances, alliances, and unspoken debts.Violetta stood beside Draven, her hand resting lightly on his arm.She wore deep emerald silk, simple but striking, the kind of elegance that didn’t beg for attention yet claimed it anyway. She felt dozens of eyes on her—some curious, some assessing, some sharp with envy.Draven leaned closer, his voice low. “Stay where you’re comfortable. I won’t be far.”She nodded. “Go. I’ll survive politics for a while.”His masked gaze lingered on her a heartbeat longer than necessary before he was pulled into conversation by a group of senior alphas.That was when she felt it.The shift.Liam.She didn’t need to look to know he was there. Some wounds never fully forget the shape of the blade.She turned—and t

Violetta did not sleep.Not really.She rested her body when it demanded rest, but her mind never stopped moving. Every breath Draven took beside her, every quiet rise and fall of his chest, reminded her why she couldn’t afford weakness—not now.If his world was built on power, then power was exactly what she would learn to wield.She worked in silence.No dramatic declarations. No promises spoken aloud... Just action.Her phone became her weapon.Old contacts. Former colleagues from the corporate world who owed her favors. Friends who had once whispered secrets in confidence and now trusted her enough to do so again. She reached out carefully, never revealing her purpose, never mentioning Draven’s name outright.She asked the right questions.She listened more than she spoke.And slowly—thread by thread—the truth unraveled.It was Mara Smith who finally cracked the wall.They met late at night in a quiet café on the edge of the city, the kind of place where secrets clung to the corne

The mansion was too quiet when they returned.Not the peaceful kind—this was the kind of silence that pressed against the ears, that settled into the bones after something monumental had happened. The kind that followed truth when it was dragged into the light and left there bleeding.Violetta slipped out of her heels the moment they stepped inside.Her feet ached. Her head throbbed. Her chest felt… hollow.She hadn’t realized how tightly she had been holding herself together until the doors closed behind them.Draven watched her carefully.She moved slower now. The sharp confidence she’d worn in the hall had softened into something fragile, something human. She walked to the sofa and sat down without a word, folding her hands in her lap like she was afraid they might shake if she didn’t.He crossed the room and knelt in front of her.“You should have told me,” he said quietly.She looked at him then—really looked. His eyes weren’t angry

“Don’t you think you are being too possessive?” Violetta asked when she locked the door of her hotel room. Draven promised to stay with her, and it warmed her heart. Finally, there was someone who would be happy for her and watch her win the biggest dream of her life… without jealousy and without any restrictions. Before she could turn properly, Draven pinned her against the door while his abs were pressing against her back. Her breath hitched, and she stilled. He pinned her hands above her head and nuzzled her neck. “Oh, Really! You think I am too possessive, My Queen?” He asked in his deep voice, and she gulped hard. “I– No, I mean…” He pressed an open-mouth kiss on her delicate neck, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself. A smirk appeared on Draven’s face. “I just want to claim what is mine, My Queen. I don’t want you to talk to any stranger like that… If you want them alive,” The warning should bother her, but it didn’t. Before she could stop h