All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*FREYA* Dorian and Alera succeed in dragging me out of bed earlier this morning where I was sulking about my last encounter with Leonidas. The way he brushed me off hurt more than I can admits and even Ailsa had gotten quiet afterwards. I try not to think too much about it. I follow the duo silently to the outskirts of the pack. Wolves often stop to stare, some with judgement, others with unmasked curiosity and I had to grip Alera's hand tightly to keep from bolting. Thankfully we near the Cottage and a woman leads us in. I don't know what I'm expecting, but the woman watching me like a hawk look nothing like a scholar. Instead, her eyes reminds me of Madamé Cherie's and I am beginning to wonder if that's a good thing. She somehow looks familiar and from our small talk on our way here, Dorian had mentioned that she's an elder in the pack. Except from her graying hair, it doesn't look as obvious. I would have argued that she's younger than Madamé Cheriè but when Dori

*FREYA* The next day, I can't get out of my bed, the ache more searing than before. Every muscle screams when I try to move; even breathing feels like an hassle. I lie on the bed, curling on my side, sweat beading on my forehead despite the cold biting into my skin. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my under clothes and I whimper in frustration, something wet pooling between my thighs. Alera who took care of me all night suddenly disappears, muttering words under bed breath that I didn't quite catch. I don't have the time to wonder if the thick musk of my arousal has made her uncomfortable. The door creaks and I merely crack my eyes open when a familiar masculine scent drifts to my nose. I don't know if it's because I'm aroused but the scent is stronger making my wolf purr in satisfaction. Leonidas steps inside, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. Did Alera send for him? Through the haze of pain, I shake my head, whimpering. This isn't Leonidas. It's just a

*FREYA* I hum to myself as I brush through my hair, memories from last night flooding my mind, the desire that darkened in his eyes sends heat straight to my core. I bite down on my lips to stop the smile forming as erotic images of his dark curls between my thighs flashes making my core throb in reminder. His muscles rigid beneath my palm as he lowers himself, pressing kisses down my breasts, his breath hot against my skin. I press my hands to my racing heart, my gaze darting to the food basket I prepared on the vanity, the mouth watering scent wafting through my nose. I'm going to see him again. Just the thought of it makes my stomach flutter. My skin tingles with anticipation. I take one last look at my reflection, my hand smoothing the dress Lyra had gotten from the seamstress. The crepe fabric skims my body without clinging, the skirt flowing loose enough to make walking easy. The mirror throws back a female with eyes brighter than usual, cheeks flushed with warmth. I

THIRD PERSON'S POV Octavia's pulse spikes , sweat beading on her forehead as the leaves rustle, closer this time. She strains her ears, her wolf clawing under her skin, urging her to shift. She stands motionless, frozen by fear and her brain forgetting how to function. Her heart races as a familiar figure steps out from the shadows, the silver hue from the moon washing over his features. It's just Dorian. His eyes narrow in suspicion as he watches her silently. She holds her breath, her nails digging into her palm as she tries steady her heart beat before Dorian senses her fear. “What are you doing?” he asks finally after an heartbeat. She lifts her chin, matching his stare. “I came here to pick some dry branches to feed the fire. If your eyes were working perfectly well, you would have noticed.” Dorian face doesn't relax, his eyes narrow even more. Octavia decides she's had enough and tries to brush past him but he blocks her path. “What are you doing, Dorian?” she hisse

LEONIDAS: My mind is messy as I sink deeper myself into the lake until the water covers my head. I scrub my arm, my chest , trying to get rid of that witch's scent until it bleeds. I hiss under my breath as the cold water bites into my already burning skin, self loathe licking my wounds. Why did I fall for her tricks? Why? I should have sent her off last night without caring for her life. I forgot for a while that's she is a snake and that mistake cost me everything. Pain spreads across my chest, twisting my lungs till I can no longer breathe. Freya must have felt the violation through the bond. Oh, goddess. how do I face her? How do I look into her eyes and begin to explain to her that I let Octavia trick me? How do I tell her the truth without watching her flinch when I reach for her? The thought of watching the sparkle die in her eyes squeezes my chest painfully. Drogo won't even speak to me, I can feel the loathe rolling off him through the connection. I tip my head