All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*THIRD PERSON'S POV*The glass flies before Octavia can blink, hitting the wall and smashing into pieces. A shard goes off and grazes her skin, leaving a thin line of blood.She clutch her bloody arm, her eyes widening in horror. Her father paces across the room , oblivious to what he has done. “How dare he?” he seethes under his breath. “I made him the Alpha and he dares to humiliate me.”He angrily stomps over to his desk and sweeps off everything on it, his chest heaving.Still he isn't satisfied.“I can't believe I knelt for him. I fucking made him the Alpha!”Octavia steps forward, still shaken, her hands trembling. “W-What should we do, Father? Her father twists to face her, his eyes blazing. In a flash, he's in front of her. His fist connects with her cheek with a crack, she staggers, her head snapping to the left from the impact. Her trembling fingers clutch her, her breath heavy. “I warned you!” Callum seethes, his nostrils flaring as he breathes heavily. “You humil

*FREYA*The man smiles maliciously, dark veins curling his neck. His smile prickles the back of mind.Somehow he reminds me of Silas.A shiver run down my spine.No, he is not Silas. Neither is he Leonidas.A scream climbs up my throat but as I open my mouth, nothing comes out.I merely sob as he slowly approach me like a predator.‘Ailsa! Ailsa! Can you hear me?!’Nothing.The strange man smiles like he knows what I'm about to do.“Long time, no see Freya.”I freeze.He knows my name which means he knows me.Fear settles in my stomach, twisting it till I feel bile rising up my throat.How did he get here without anyone noticing.He folds his leather belt, a cruel smile curling his lips and memories begin to flash through my mind.No. No. Not again.I scramble from the bed, wanting to bolt but my foot catches the sheet and I fall face flat with a thud.The man laughs cruelly, the sound ringing through the silent night.I push myself up hastily, crawling backwards.In a blur, he hooks

*FREYA* The garden hums with laughter and light chatter as we move between the rose bushes. Alera stands beside me, plucking roses carefully from their stalk, a flower basket perched on her arm. “I still can’t believe you’re going to be Luna,” she chirps, eyes shining. “I mean me, serving the Luna? It feels unreal.” I giggle, shaking my head. “You make it sound far grander than it is.” She scoffs playfully. “Oh, please.” Then her expression turns wicked. “It’s time I put Rosetta and Marionette in their places.” I arch a brow. “And how do you plan to do that?” She grins. “What do you think I should do first? Make them wipe the bathroom stalls?” I burst out laughing. She hums thoughtfully, shaking her head. “No… that’s too small.” She taps her chin before her eyes lit up with delight. “I should make them scrub the entire eastern wing. On their knees.” I snort. “Alera, you’ll be executed before I even sit on the Luna’s throne.” She grins like a cheschire cat. “No

*FREYA* “Where are we going?” I ask as Leo leads me through the hallways. “You'll see,” he answers simply and the silence that follows tells me he has no plans of saying more. That's the response he gives me whenever I ask. For some reason, he doesn't want to tell me where he's taking me. I wonder if it's a surprise. He's going to surprise me. The butterflies in my belly flap their wings and my heart races with anticipation. Soon, we stop in front of huge iron doors, their knobs curved at the edge. My gaze drifts to Leonidas who gives me that small smile of his and without a word, turns both knobs in a clock wise direction. Nothing happens at first and after what feels like an heartbeat, the doors creak open on their own. My breath catches as they reveal what lies beyond. It's dark... so dark that I can barely see anything at first but soon my sharp sight adjusts to the darkness. High ceilings that looks like they lead to the sky disappear into darkn

*FREYA* As the days pass, so does meeting Leo becomes slimmer. Pack's demands pulling him away before dawn before I can catch a glimpse of him. The only time I get to see him is at midnight which has slowly become our routine. I wait for him at the foot of the staircase and when he arrives, he leads the way to the dining hall. There are some days, he arrives later and other days, he is absent but always leaves a note beforehand. I sigh, snapping the book shut before picking another. Another thing that has slipped its way into my routine is reading about werewolves in the pack's library. These past few days, I spend all afternoons learning about the hierarchy in the pack, pack laws and systems. Movement in the corner of my vision catches my attention and I lift my head to see Alera tip toeing around the edge of my desk, trying as much as possible not to make a sound. “What are you doing?” I ask and she jumps, the tray in her hands almost falling off. She catches it on time