All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE CURSED ALPHA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter11: A Night of wolves

Darius’s POVThe air in the old library was thick and smelled like dust and old paper.I watched Aria.She looked very small standing next to that giant painting of the first Luna. She was holding her mother’s necklace tight in her hand. Her eyes went back and forth from the painting to the silver in her palm. She looked like she had seen a ghost. The lady in the painting looked just like her. It was scary how much they looked the same."Darius," she whispered. Her voice was not mean or sharp anymore. She sounded like a lost child. "This cannot be real. My mom was just a poor person. we lived in the mud and had nothing. How did she have a necklace that belongs to a Queen?""Names can be forgotten, Aria," I said. My voice sounded weak in the big room. "But blood is different. Blood stays the same. Your family tried to hide, but your blood knows who you are."I tried to walk toward her, but a sharp pain hit my back. It felt like a hot needle was being pushed into my spine. I groaned and

Chapter 12:The whispering walls

Aria’s POVThe room was quiet now.The scary sounds had stopped.The man on the floor did not move.Darius lay there, very still. He looked like he was sleeping, but his face was white and his breathing was shallow. He looked small. He did not look like an Alpha. He looked like a person who had been broken into a thousand tiny pieces.I stood by the door.My legs felt like jelly.My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my throat.I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I could still feel the heat from his skin. I could still feel the way his bones had moved under my fingers. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen.I looked at the broken door.I looked at the dark hallway.I had to leave.I could not stay in this room. I could not stay in this tower. Every time I looked at Darius, I saw the monster he almost became. I saw the silver light. I saw the shadows.I felt like the walls were closing in on me.I ran.I did not grab my things. I did not grab a coat. I just ran out o

Chapter 13: The poisioned chalice

Darius’s POVThe Great Hall was too loud.The sound of the music was like a hammer against my head. It was a rhythmic thumping that made the pressure behind my eyes grow worse with every beat of the drums.The wolves of the Blackthorn pack were singing. They were laughing. They were eating large plates of roasted meat and drinking dark ale that smelled of hops and honey. To them, this was a night of joy. The Moon-Feast was the most important night of the month. It was the time to be happy. It was the time to celebrate the strength of the pack under the light of our mother, the moon.But I did not feel strong.I sat at the head of the long wooden table. The chair was carved from old, dark oak, and it felt too big for me today. The silver crown on my head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, pressing down on my temples. My body was still aching from the night before, from that terrible moment in the tower when my bones tried to turn into something they were not. My skin was cold, and

Chapter 14: The Rogue’s Warning

Aria’s POVThe silver arrow was gone.The bow in my hands felt light now.The string was still humming against my arm. I could feel the vibration in my bones. It was a cold, sharp feeling.The gold cup below was in pieces.I did not shoot the cup because I wanted to hurt him.I shot it because I had to save him.I looked down at the hall.Darius was covered in red wine. It looked like blood on his white clothes. He was staring at me. His eyes were wide. He looked like he was seeing a ghost.I did not have time to look at him for long.The hall below was not quiet anymore.It was like a storm had broken inside the room.“The wine is poisoned!” I screamed.My voice was loud. It was very loud. It bounced off the stone walls. It filled every corner of the big room.“Elena put nightshade in the cup!” I shouted again. “She wants to kill the Alpha! She is a traitor!”I saw Elena’s face.She was standing by the wine barrels. She looked like she had been slapped. Her pretty face was twisted an

Chapter 15: The Sacrifice Of The Shadows

Darius's pov: The world was a blur of red and gold.The red was the wine staining my chest. The gold was the fire in my eyes—the only thing I had left of my wolf.I saw her.Aria was hanging by a single hand. She looked so small against the vast, dark ceiling of the Great Hall. Her fingers were white. Her face was twisted in pain. Below her, forty feet of empty air waited to claim her.I did not think about the crown.I did not think about the pack.I did not think about the swords pointing at my throat.I moved.“Kill him!” Elena’s voice had rung out from below, but she was no longer there.I had fought my way through the crowd. I had used my hands and my strength to take down three warriors who tried to block my path. My heart was a hammer in my chest.I reached the broken edge of the balcony.I did not look behind me. I did not see the shadows moving in the dark corner of the mezzanine. I only saw Aria.“Darius!” she screamed. “Behind you!”I heard her, but I could not stop. Her l

Chapter16: The Witch’s Bargain

Darius’s POVThe cold did not bite. It consumed.I lay in the dirt of the balcony, my cheek pressed against the frozen wood. Every breath felt like I was swallowing shards of broken glass. The world was a blur of grey frost and the dark, towering shape of the woman who had brought my kingdom to its knees.Selene did not walk. She drifted.She moved over the frozen bodies of my warriors like a bad dream. The shadows around her robes hissed and snapped. They looked like hungry mouths.She turned her gaze to Aria.Aria was trying to crawl toward me. Her hands were shaking. Her silver eyes were wide with a fear I had never seen before. She reached out, her fingers inches from mine, but the invisible weight of the Witch’s magic pinned her down.“You have fought so hard for a girl you barely know,” the Witch said.Her voice was thin, like the rustle of dead leaves on a grave.She stopped at the edge of the mezzanine, looking down at the broken hall below, then back at us.“You think she is

Chapter 17: Chains Of Silver

Aria’s POVThe world was a blur of cold stone and rough hands.The guards did not carry me. They dragged me. My boots scraped against the floor as they pulled me up the long, winding stairs. The air grew thinner with every step. Every breath I took felt like I was inhaling the Witch’s green mist, even though we were deep inside the castle walls.My heart was a drum in my chest.Darius was gone. I had seen him fall. I had seen his blood staining the floor.I wanted to scream his name. I wanted to run back down those stairs and find him. But the iron grip on my arms was too strong.We reached the top.A heavy oak door creaked open. The guards shoved me inside. I stumbled and fell. My knees hit the rug. It was a soft rug, but the floor beneath it felt like ice.The door slammed shut.The sound of the lock turning felt like a final goodbye.I stood up slowly. I looked around the room. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen, but it made my skin crawl.There was a big bed with velv

Chapter 18: The Beta’s Judgment

Rowan’s POVThe war room smelled like iron, bitter herbs, and the heavy, cloying scent of failure.It was a smell I had lived with since the moment the Witch stepped into our hall. Outside the thick stone walls, the sun was trying to rise, but it was a weak, sickly thing. The sky was not blue; it was a bruised shade of grey, choked by the green mist that now hugged the earth like a blanket of poison.I stood by the heavy oak table, my knuckles white as I leaned against the maps of our territory. I didn't look at the maps. I knew what they said. The valley was dying. The river was turning to sludge. The livestock in the lower pens were already keeling over, their lungs filled with the fluid of the Rot.Behind me, the sound of a needle piercing skin made my own side ache.Darius sat on a low bench, his jaw set in a hard, jagged line. He didn't make a sound as the healer worked. Martha was fast, her fingers moving with a practiced rhythm as she stitched the deep gash in his side. The blo

Chapter 19: The warrior’s Spite

Aria’s POVThe silver was not just on the bars anymore.I could taste it in the air. It was a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my chest feel like it was filled with hot needles. My wolf was no longer humming. She was whimpering, curled into a ball so small I could barely feel her heartbeat against my own.The Star Tower was supposed to be a room for a queen. To me, it was a tomb with a nice view.The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges. I didn't look up from the floorboards. I knew the sound of those boots. They weren't the heavy, rhythmic thud of the male guards. These were light, fast, and full of hate.Elena stepped into the room.She wasn't wearing her fine silks from the feast. She was dressed in her warrior leathers, a long dagger strapped to her thigh. She looked at me like I was a stain on a white rug that she couldn't wait to scrub away."The Alpha is a fool," Elena said. Her voice was cold, empty of the warmth she used to fake when she stood b

Chapter 20: A Dinner Of Thorns

Darius’s POVThe air in the Great Hall was thick. It was not the green mist of the Witch. It was the weight of a hundred eyes. Every eye was a needle. Every stare was a stone.I sat at the head of the long table. My side burned. The stitches Martha had tucked into my skin felt like they were made of hot wire. I did not show it. A King does not show he is hurting when his kingdom is falling apart.To my left and right sat the Elders. They were the old ones. They were the wolves who remembered my father. They had long, white hair and faces that looked like dried leather. They did not look at me with love. They looked at me with doubt.I had called this dinner for one reason. I had to show them I was still the Alpha. I had to show them that Aria was not just a prisoner.“Where is she?” Elder Hagar asked. His voice was like two rocks rubbing together. He did not touch his wine. “We are sitting at a table of gold, Darius, while our fields turn to black mush. Why are we waiting for a thief?

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