All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha's Slave : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Third Pov:Gunner hated his new mate. Her name was Elara. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had the kind of beauty turned heads. But something was missing.There was no pull. There was no wolf bonding between them. When she stood too close, he felt nothing. When she touched him, his wolf remained silent.They were mates in name only, a political chess piece moved by his father.She came from the White-Fur Pack who lived in the far North. She was heiress to diamond mines that fueled half the Republic’s economy. Her pack’s influence rivaled the council itselfAlpha Rudolph had orchestrated it all well. A powerful mate like Elara meant unquestionable support and resources. With Elara at his side, Gunner would be untouchable in the coming Alpha King selection.And that was the problem Gunner found with this whole arrangement. He despised every second of it.Every time Elara looked at him, he saw only the absence of Kylie. He felt his wolf trapped in a cage, pacing endlessly, haunted by

THIRD PERSON POV:Earlier that afternoon, long before Leonidas set foot in the Council Hall, Gunner had already arrived.He entered through the eastern doors with Elara of the White-Fur Pack at his side. Her presence was too impossible to ignore.She was draped in pale silver fabric that shimmered softly beneath the council lights, her white-blond hair styled with elegance. Elara looked every bit what she was meant to be. A future Luna Queen.The moment they stepped inside, heads turned and whispers followed.Behind them came Alpha Rudolph, his shoulders squared, his face alight with pride. Unlike his son, Rudolph basked openly in the attention. He moved through the hall like a man who already believed victory was assured.“Alpha Kai,” Rudolph greeted warmly, clasping hands with one of the pack leaders. “Glad to see you in good shape.”“And Alpha Bennett,” he continued, laughing lightly as he shook another’s hand. “I trust your journey was smooth.”Then, with unmistakable pride, he

KYLIE’S POV:Elara straightened, her posture shifting subtly. The room seemed to lean toward her as she spoke.“Then it is decided,” she announced calmly, her voice carrying effortlessly across the hall. “Kylie has made her choice. She has chosen Alpha Leonidas as her mate.”She paused, her gaze sweeping the council. “She does not belong to anyone.”Something in my chest loosened at those words, as if a final chain had snapped.Gunner snarled, stepping forward despite himself. “You don’t get to decide that,” he spat. “You’re not the judge here. Leonidas is a thief, and you know it. He stole her.”Elara turned to face him at last, her expression hardening.“Your runaway slave,” she said coolly, “is not coming back to you. And that is final.” She lifted her chin fearlessly. “As your mate, and as the future Luna of the South Pack, I advise we remove ourselves from this matter before you embarrass yourself further.”Her words landed like a verdict that no one dared question. Gunner flic

Back in the council hall, the pack leaders were dismissed for a short recess. Alphas stood in small clusters, speaking in low tones, while others paced alone, their gazes flicking again and again toward the sealed doors that had swallowed their mates.Waiting had never felt this heavy.Along a corridor near the edge of the hall, Doris moved quietly, her mind racing with thoughts.Everything was unfolding exactly as she had plotted. All Doris needed was for Kylie to fail publicly. If Kylie failed the first selection, the Blood-Rose Pack would lose faith in their so-called Luna. Whispers and doubt would rot the pack from within. And Leonidas would have no one to blame but the woman he chose to be his mate.Doris’s lips curved faintly in a cold smirk.He would hate her for it. Or worse—he would regret her.Either way, Kylie would fall.She rounded a corner, already imagining the aftermath, when a sharp sound interrupted her thoughts.SMACK!Doris froze, her senses sharpening. The soun

KYLIE’S POVElena lifted her walking stick and tapped it once against the stone floor, silencing every whisper.“The ritual is simple,” she said, turning toward the sphere. “Each of you will step forward, one at a time, and place both hands upon the Sphere of Kings.”Everyone exchanged glances."The sphere will look into the truth of you," she paused, her sharp eyes holding each of us in turn. “If you are worthy, it will glow with a light that acknowledges your spirit. If you are not, it will remain dark. And the path forward for your mate will end here.”Which means rejection. “Those rejected will be escorted out immediately,” Elena added. “Their mates will be disqualified from the selection.”A heavy silence settled over the eight of us. I quickly took them in. Four, like Elara and me, were the chosen mates of the alpha heirs from the Great Packs of the Republic.The other four were from smaller, allied packs—random candidates whose alphas had thrown their names into the fray, hopi