All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha And His Hybrid Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

XANDERThe moon vein cave lay hidden between Moon Manor and the Mystic Forest, its entrance known—and permitted—only to a select few.Far ahead, jagged rocks jutted from the earth like exposed bone, faintly luminous beneath the moonlight as they formed a natural semicircle.Katharina, Jaxon, and I advanced in silence until the cave entrance came into view.“Alpha Xander. Beta Jaxon.”The two guards stationed outside straightened immediately upon seeing us. Their greeting, however, faltered midway—both of them freezing as their gazes landed on Katharina’s unfamiliar but stunning face. Stupefaction flickered across their expressions, followed swiftly by awe.A faint displeasure stirred in my chest at their undisguised gawking, making me clear my throat pointedly.Startled back to their senses, the men flushed under my gaze and hastily averted their eyes, suddenly finding the ground far more interesting than either Katharina or me.Anyone assigned to guard this place was far from ordina

XANDERFor the first time in my life, I found myself doubting my decision to make Jaxon my Beta—and, eventually, the next Alpha.Yes, he was loyal. Loyal to a fault, even.But loyalty alone was not enough to lead a Pack, especially when it was paired with impulsiveness and a chronic lack of foresight.I had warned him more than once to work on those flaws. For a time, it had seemed as though he truly had changed. But Katharina’s appearance made one thing painfully clear: it wasn’t that he had changed at all—only that he had learned to hide that side of himself from me.With him like this, could I really rest easy entrusting the Pack to his hands in the near future?The answer was obvious.In the span of just a few hours, I had already found myself apologizing—or on the verge of doing so—to Katharina more times than I cared to count.Looking back now, I should have known something was amiss the moment Jaxon proactively suggested asking her for help. It was my own fault for believing th

XANDERAfter today, I resolved that the Pack’s management needed a complete overhaul.Because what did it say about my authority when, after I had only just managed to rein in Jaxon, Elder Hatton still dared to attack Katharina—right in front of me?Did none of them take me seriously anymore?The moment I saw him lunge toward her, his claws aimed straight for her heart, something in me snapped. Even knowing that he was no match for her did nothing to quell the fury roaring through my veins.I moved without hesitation.Intercepting his strike, I crushed his outstretched claws in my grip. The sickening crack echoed through the cave as I followed up with a merciless kick that sent him crashing to the ground. His scream tore through the air, sharp and agonized.Even for a werewolf with inhuman healing abilities, that injury would take time to mend—more so for someone of his age, whose recovery was no longer what it once had been.Ignoring both his cries and the stunned reactions of the o

KATHARINAThough at most, he had likely intended for her to brew some potent concoction—something to enhance strength, sharpen abilities, perhaps even boost aptitude.But the foolish woman went far beyond that.At first, she did create several strengthening potions. Yet it didn’t take her long to realize the flaw with it—long-term use would inevitably result in side effects. And given the size of his Pack, she could never sustain the supply alone.So she shut herself away.I watched with cold detachment as she buried herself in ancient witchcraft texts, searching and racking her mind for a permanent solution to save her beloved and his Pack. The scenes shifted repeatedly, marking the passage of days.Gradually, the werewolf’s patience thinned. The tenderness in his gaze—never fully genuine—began to recede slowly. Of course, she failed to notice.But to those of us watching, it was painfully obvious.However, before his impatience could fully run out, she finally sought him out with

KATHARINAAt Xander’s question, I stopped twirling the pen and held it still between my fingers.I studied him for a long moment before asking lightly, “Remind me, how long has the moon vein existed?”He paused, following which a flicker of realization crossed his face.“About… two thousand years,” he said quietly, lowering his gaze.I pretended not to notice.“There’s your answer,” I replied curtly. “The moon vein was artificially created and was never meant to last indefinitely. The source of its power—the witch’s true essence—was finite. Naturally, it would deplete over time. The fact that it endured this long is already a miracle.”I let the words settle before adding pointedly, “To demand more than that is greed. And unchecked avarice rarely ends well.”His head dipped further, and the air between us grew heavy.I wasn’t concerned whether my words offended him.The warning was sincere, and it marked the limit of my goodwill. If he chose to accept that his Pack’s reliance on the