All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE CURSED ALPHA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Darius’s POVThe battlefield reeked of blood.Not just blood, fear. I could smell it on my men. Hear it in the way their breaths came ragged, their growls too sharp, their movements too frantic.And worst of all, I knew why.It was because of me.Because their Alpha was no longer the beast he used to be. Because the Moon Goddess had cursed me, ripped the wolf from inside me and left me in this body, strong, yes, but slower, weaker, human in the ways that mattered most.An Alpha without his wolf was nothing. A king without a crown. And every man here knew it.“Hold the ridge!” Rowan’s voice rang out, hard and steady, cutting through the chaos. My Beta. My oldest friend. He was trying to cover for me again, barking orders louder than he needed to, distracting them from the fact that their Alpha staggered when he should have surged. That his blade swung heavy when claws should have ripped. That he bled too easily, too openly.I gritted my teeth and swung at the rogue lunging for me, st

ARIA'S POVThe Blackthorn fortress loomed before me like a prison.Stone walls rose tall and cold, stretching high enough to block the stars. Torches burned in the wind, shadows dancing across the gates. My chest tightened, but I lifted my chin higher.If this Alpha thought dragging me here meant victory, he was wrong.Darius’s hand was clamped around my arm like iron, and every step I took beside him felt like fire. Wolves lined the path as he pulled me inside, their eyes sharp, their whispers sharpest of all.“Who is she?”“A rogue?”“He brought her here?”“Why would the Alpha…”“He’s lost his mind.”Each word dug into my skin, but I refused to flinch. I wanted them to see me. To see the defiance in my eyes. I was no one’s prisoner. Not in chains, not even bound by some cursed bond.Let them whisper.Let them choke on it.I kept my head high, even when they sneered.Darius walked like a man at war with himself. His steps were steady, but I could feel the tremor in the hand gripping

Aria’s POVThe heavy iron doors of the Great Hall slammed shut behind us. The loud sound echoed, cutting off the eyes of the pack, but not their hatred. The silence that followed was worse. It pressed down on me, thick and angry. Darius held my chains tight. His grip was hard, painful. He did not look at me. He did not speak. He just pulled me forward.My boots dragged across the stone floor. The sound felt like a funeral bell in my ears.“You can’t hide me forever, Blackthorn!” I shouted. My throat burned from all the screaming. “Your pack saw everything. They saw you fall. They saw you bleed like a human!”His body went stiff, but he did not stop. He pulled me toward a narrow stone staircase that twisted upward. Up and up we went. My chest hurt. My legs shook. Small windows passed us as we climbed. Outside, the sun was sinking, painting the stone walls red, like blood.At the top, we stopped. A huge oak door stood before us. Two guards watched me with cold eyes, like I was dirt under

Aria’s POVThe tower room was too quiet.It was not the good kind of quiet. Not the calm kind. It was the kind that pressed on my ears and made my chest feel tight, like the room itself was holding its breath. The silence felt heavy, like something bad was hiding inside it, waiting for me to stop paying attention.I lay on the bed on top of the thick velvet furs. They were soft, but my body felt stiff and sore, like I had been running for days without rest. My muscles hurt. My bones ached. But my mind hurt even more.My fingers were tight and sore because I had been holding the silver spoon for a long time. It was sharp at the edge, thin and cold, and I kept it hidden under my pillow. My hand refused to let it go, even now. Every time I tried to relax my grip, fear snapped it closed again.The fire in the hearth was almost dead. It was no longer burning bright. Only red and orange embers glowed, breathing in and out like tired lungs. The light from them made long shadows crawl across

Aria’s POVThe whole yard was silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. All the big, scary wolves were looking at me like I was a monster.Elena, the girl who tried to hurt me, had dropped her broken sword. She was shaking. She looked at her hand, then at the melted silver on the ground, and then at me. I could see the whites of her eyes.She was terrified.I looked at my own hand.It didn't hurt.It felt cool, like I had just dipped it into a bucket of cold well water.The silver light in my eyes started to go away, and the world stopped looking so sharp.My heart was thumping against my ribs, but it wasn't from fear.It was from something else.Something old and powerful that lived deep inside my bones.Darius was suddenly there.He didn't say a word to the crowd. He didn't yell at Elena for breaking the rules.He just grabbed my arm. His grip was firm, but he wasn't being mean. He pulled me away from the circle of shocked faces.I could feel everyone’s eyes on my back as we walked. Th