All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*FREYA*Cold bites into my skin as I lie motionless on the bare ground of the dark, damp cell, watching spiders spin webs in the corners.It’s been three days since I last saw sunlight.Three days since food or water touched my lips.Three days since the silver bars slammed shut after the guards flung me inside and they haven’t opened since. Not even a creak.The only way I can tell the time is the tiny window that is more of a hole in the stone walls. Through it I can see the rising and setting of the sun.My arms and legs feel detached from my body, as though they no longer belong to me. Every attempt to move sends a dull ache through my bones.My eyes burn with dryness I cried until there was nothing left three days ago, and now even tears feel like a luxury I can’t afford.This cell looks like it was built for monsters,rusty chains clinking softly from the stone wall where they hang fills the empty silence.Iron hooks stained with what looks like dried blood line from one corner,

*LEONIDAS*It's been three days since I slept, three days of reading through reports over and over again for the fear that if I in as much shut my eyes, Drogo will take over and do something stupid. My eyes are swollen, burning with exhaustion, my body on the verge of collapsing but I don't stop. Drogo snarls all day long, clawing for control and I am forced to put a wall up. I stretch my limbs, as my huge frame slouches over my desk. Just as I am about to skim through another report, Lyra storms in without knocking, her face twisted in rage. I exhale sharply. This is going to be a long day. “You should knock, you know. Proper etiquette.” She glares at me, her chest heaving. “You idiot. Why would you lock up your mate?”I lean back, straightening my spine. “News do fly fast. Is that why you returned sooner than expected?”She had gone to visit a friend in the neighboring pack, a business alliance disguised as a friendly visit.She steps closer, fury rolling off her in waves.

*LEONIDAS*Freya is a were wolf?How is that even possible?“No way,” Dorian murmurs beside me. “That is Freya?”She's obviously the one. There's no doubt.Her scent is stronger that before and mate bond hit me like a moving truck.“Mate, mate, mate,” Drogo continues to chant like a mantra in my head.As if sensing her mate, her wolf takes a step forward but wobbles a bit.She takes one last weak glance at me and crumple to the ground.It looks like her first shift and if I am correct, she's about to change back to her human form.In an instant, I find my self beside her, pulling her warm body to my chest.“Turn around! everyone, now.”The patrol guards give one hesitant look at me and spin around, including Dorian.Just as I predict, Freya's familiar face is staring at me.Burn wounds run down her arm and it might be from when her wolf torn down the silver bars.And she's naked.I strip off my shirt and carefully pull it over her head, covering her modesty.The wounds are already hea

*FREYA*Alera doesn't look at me for once. Her hands are trembling as Leonidas steps forward. “Speak,” he demands and Alera burst into tears. “I'm sorry, Alpha. Lady Octavia threatened to frame me instead if I don't do as she says, ” she chokes, snot running down her nose. Leonidas stands frozen for a while. “You deceived me?”Her face drops flat to the ground, hitting it. “I'm sorry. Please forgive me.”Leonidas cross the room in two strides and he yanks Alera up harshly, his fingers wrapping around her throat.My eyes widen. He's going to kill her. Mistress Lyra just leans against the wall, watching the whole scene unbothered. “How dare you try to frame my mate?!” Leonidas growls, a commanding aura rolling off him and I find myself fighting the urge to bow.“A-Alpha, P-please.”I watch in horror as Alera wheezes for breath , her face almost pale.Lyra makes no move to stop him and heaven know if he ends up killing her, I'm going to live the rest of my life with regret.“Le

*FREYA*Murmurs spread as Dorian leads me into the grand hall. The hall is filled up with hundreds of wolves , watching me with curiosity.Multiple eyes fix on me, watching every step I take. It takes every ounce of strength not to stumble and fall face flat. We near a large oakwood desk curving at each end.Behind it are twelve unfamiliar faces, with Leonidas sitting on the high chair.Among the twelve, I can only recognize one.The one who bears a resemblance with Octavia.He watches me with unsettling stillness, his eyes narrowing into slits.I swallow a lump down my throat and avert my gaze.Dorian and I finally stops in front of the table and I feel the weight of their stares.My sharp hearing catches some of their words.“She's the white wolf? She doesn't look it.”“Isn't a white wolf supposed to be regal? She looks normal to me or did the legends lie to us?”Someone scoffs. “White wolf, my foot. She's just a human.”I fist my sweaty hands into the skirts of my dress, fightin