All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and his Chosen Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I offered the flowers forward, forcing my trembling voice to sound composed for the crowd. "Umm... I'm so sorry, Mr Davian Storm. On behalf of all the students in the scholarship program, I would like to extend our deepest gratitude." Davian pulled one hand from his pocket and took the bouquet, his fingers lightly brushing against mine. The subtle contact sent a sharp spike of electric heat straight up to my arm, making my heart hammer against my ribs. While the crowd clapped, I leaned in slightly and hissed under my breath so only his supernatural ears could hear. "And I will pay you back every single penny that I owe you once I graduate and find a job after college." Instead of walking away, Davian extended his hand toward me, masquerading the movement as a polite, professional handshake for the audience. Reluctantly, I placed my palm in his, intending to give him a brief, formal squeeze and pull back. But the moment my fingers touched his, his grip turned to iron. Without w

Davian’s jaw clenched tightly. A dangerous, predatory glint flickered in his icy eyes as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and speed-dialled a contact. He held it to his ear for two seconds before speaking into the receiver. "Joey," Davian commanded sharply. "Find Corvina's grandmother. Bring her to the Dean's office right now." Panic slammed into me like a freight train. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. "No! No, please!" I gasped, all the courage draining out of me in an instant. He knew my only weakness. He was going to drag my sick, fragile grandmother into this nightmare. Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I swallowed my pride, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "Fine..." I whispered, the word tasting like bitter ash on my tongue. "Fine... I'll give you my virginity. Just please... don't hurt my grandma." Davian held my gaze for a long second before speaking into the phone again. "Never mind, Joey. Stand down." He ended the call, tossed his phone back into

The following morning I got ready for school while Grandma was still fast asleep. I checked on her quietly before I left, and the moment I saw her resting peacefully, a wave of relief washed over me. Thank God, I thought to myself, he hadn't done anything to her. I moved quickly, laying out everything she'd need for when she woke up: her water, her medication, a light breakfast covered on the table so she wouldn't have to lift a finger. Once I was satisfied everything was in order, I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and stepped outside to catch a cab to school. I made my way onto campus, weaving through the early crowd of students, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from an unknown number. I'm here. Meet me now. That was all it said, and somehow I knew exactly who had sent it. I had no idea how he'd even gotten my number, but there was no one around to give me an answer. "What a jerk," I muttered, shoving the phone back into my pocket and continuin

She only nodded, unable to force out a single word out of her mouth. "You don't have to worry anymore," I told her. "I'm here now. You're safe." I studied her face for a long moment before I asked the question that had been burning in me since I walked in. "Do you know these men? Who are they?" "No," she said, her voice shaking so badly I had to lean in to catch every word. "I don't know them. I've never seen them before in my life." She swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around herself. "And they didn't even want money. They just… they wanted to hurt me. That's all they wanted." I shrugged off my suit jacket without a second thought and draped it around her shoulders, tugging it closed at the front. "Stay right here," I told her, and rose to my feet. I walked back to the boy still bleeding on the floor, grabbed him by the throat, and hauled him up until his toes barely brushed the tile. "Who hired you?" I demanded. He said nothing, so I leaned in closer, letting my gri

Meanwhile, Naomi sauntered into her family’s grand estate, her lips curved into a smug, victorious smile. She had been humming to herself the entire drive home from campus, practically giddy with anticipation. In her mind, the plan had gone off without a single hitch. By now, that pathetic, low-class nobody Corvina had surely been beaten to a pulp, terrified out of her mind, and chased straight off campus for good. No one stole the spotlight from Naomi Matthew and got away with it. No one dares. Striding into the marble foyer, she unceremoniously shoved her designer leather handbag into the waiting hands of a panicked housemaid. Without sparing the servant a single glance, Naomi marched up the sweeping spiral staircase, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floorboards, and kicked her bedroom door shut behind her. She collapsed onto the edge of her plush king-sized bed, pulled out her diamond-encrusted smartphone, and quickly dialled the number of the head thug she had