Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cursed Alpha and his Chosen Mate: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes drifted away from the shadowed woods and landed on a stone shrine set in the centre of the garden. A carved stone statue sat atop a dark marble pedestal, surrounded by fresh funeral wreaths. Resting right at the base was a black-bordered portrait frame containing a picture of Davian. Beneath his stoic face, bold golden letters were etched deeply into the plaque: In Loving Memory of Davian Rhys Storm. I stood completely frozen, my mind reeling in absolute disbelief. In memory of Davian? But... he was just standing in my room minutes ago! He is alive! "Get those disgusting things out of here," a stern, crisp voice commanded nearby. "It is such an eyesore." I turned sharply toward the sound. Two women dressed in matching high-collared black maid gowns were standing near the rose bushes. One of them immediately bowed her head, picked up the funeral frame and the black wreaths, and hurried back toward the side entrance of the mansion. Th

"Oh my gosh, Naomi! What on earth happened to your face?!" The shrill, high-pitched voice of Amanda echoed across the lecture hall the moment I walked through the double doors. I took a quiet seat near the back row, pulling my beige jacket tightly around myself to stay low-profile. Up near the front row, Naomi was sitting at her usual desk, but her flawless, arrogant look was completely ruined. A dark, swollen purple mark covered her left cheek, hidden poorly under a thick layer of her makeup. "My dad slapped me yesterday," Naomi snapped in a bitter, stressed whisper, though the quiet classroom made it easy for me to hear every word. "He thinks I did something to piss off Alpha Davian Storm! He said Alpha Davian is blacklisting our entire family business and pulling all our government contracts. But I swear, I didn't do anything to him!" Amanda gasped loudly, covering her mouth. "Alpha Davian?! Why would the Alpha King target your father?" "That's what I'm trying to figure o

I hurried up the wide mahogany staircase, my footsteps muffled by the thick runner rug I didn't stop until I was safely inside my bedroom. I closed the grand double doors behind me and leaned my back against it letting out a long, shuddering sigh. Slipping down until I was sitting on the floor, I rested my forehead against my knees as the silence of the massive room settled over me. My palm throbbed with a dull, rhythmic sting where the High Priestess had sliced my skin. I brought my hand up to my face, carefully unwrapping the makeshift bandage I had applied at school. The cut was a raw, thin crimson line a quiet, physical reminder of the heavy secret I was carrying. He’s facing a global summit, a deadly curse, and a brother who wants him dead, I thought, looking around at the quiet luxury of the estate. Still having much to do. And here I am, almost asking him to come to a college dance. It felt naive. Davian lived in a high stakes world of ancient magic, power plays, and br

Stepping through the grand double doors of the university banquet hall felt like entering a completely different world. The vaulted ceiling sparkled with giant crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow across the polished marble floor. Long tables covered in crisp white linen were decorated with tall silver vases of white roses, delicate crystal glassware, and polished silverware. Classical violin music drifted softly through the air. Everything was so stunningly elegant that for a moment, the breath caught in my throat. My eyes swept across the room, taking in the crowd of students. Everyone looked like they belonged on the cover of a high-fashion magazine. The guys wore sharp, tailored tuxedos with silk bowties, and the girls wore sweeping floor-length gowns made of shimmering satin, lace, and velvet that caught the light with every step. Then, my eyes landed on a group standing near the chocolate fountain near the centre of the hall. It was Naomi, flanked by her usu