Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRIMSON FANG ALPHA AND HIS CURSED MATE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Lysandra POVA few days had passed since the tense altercation between the alpha and me. In the aftermath, we had silently agreed to ignore one another, and strangely enough, it seemed to suit us both. He immersed himself in his responsibilities, while I occupied myself with mine. This mutual detachment granted me a fragile sense of peace, though it was fleeting. Yet, I felt increasingly confined, suffocated by the invisible walls of the pack’s territory. I longed desperately for the open air, the freedom of sprinting through the forest under the moonlight, and the simple pleasure of feeling wind against my skin. That sense of liberation, once so familiar, now seemed like a distant memory.Most of my days were consumed by vigilance at the bedside of the injured man. Every shallow rise and fall of his chest, every flicker of muscle or eyelid, became a point of focus for me. I watched him with unwavering attention, hoping each breath, each subtle twitch, signaled a step toward conscious

Muffled screams drifted through the air, each one carving deeper into my thoughts, flooding my ears with a despair I couldn’t ignore. I tried to retreat into my mind, to escape into an imagined world where none of this existed, but every new cry shattered the illusion and dragged me violently back to reality.With slow, reluctant steps, I approached the thick velvet curtains covering the window. A knot formed in my throat as I gently parted them, forcing myself to face the scene unfolding outside.The stranger remained tied to the rough wooden post standing stubbornly beside our hut. His bare, blood-streaked arms hung in silent torment, wrists raw and torn from the unyielding ropes binding him. Several of his wounds had reopened, thin streams of blood mixing with dust and dirt clinging to his skin.His face, etched with pain, was lifted toward Varyon. His eyes, stripped of any remaining hope, stared blankly at some invisible point. Despite the agony twisting his battered body, he clun

Lysandra PovBreathing heavily, a sudden rush of cold air forced my eyes open, and only then did I realize that the alpha was no longer there. I was alone, suspended in a suffocating mix of frustration and confusion. The words he had whispered, the deliberate way he had moved, the nearness of his presence, everything had stirred desires buried deep within me, dark and unsettling. Despite my resistance, a part of me had yielded to those sensations, and I hated myself for that weakness.Now, confronted with his abrupt disappearance, I could no longer deny the reality of my suppressed longing. My body trembled faintly as conflicting emotions surged through me. Frustration twisted into anger, my thoughts spiraling as I searched for reasons behind his sudden retreat. I was torn between resentment and an attraction I stubbornly refused to acknowledge.The oppressive silence of the room was broken only by the soft rustling of leaves outside. A cool breeze slipped through the window, brushing

Lysandra povThe days had passed without bringing any significant change, leaving indelible marks of exhaustion on my face. The dark circles beneath my eyes betrayed the sleepless nights spent watching over Varyon, a constant reminder of the worry that gnawed at my chest. Nymeris’s eyes never failed to notice my state, and she couldn’t keep her concern silent.“Lysandra, you need to rest,” Nymeris insisted, her voice gentle yet firm. “Thorne and I can take over. You need to rest to stay in good shape.”I shook my head, unwilling to leave Varyon’s side, even for a moment, but both Thorne and Nymeris were determined.“We’ll take care of him, but you need to take care of yourself too,” Thorne added, his tone firm but compassionate. Despite my protests, they guided me toward the door, their hands steadying me as though they knew how fragile I felt.Conflicted emotions surged through me. I wanted to remain by Varyon’s side, yet I knew they were right. With a heavy sigh, I allowed them to l

Lysandra povDespite the whirlwind of confusion raging inside me, a strange electric tension lingered in the air, compelling me to remain alert. Slowly, cautiously, I lifted my head to observe them. Under the silvery glow of the moon, four silhouettes emerged from the shadows, each more imposing than the last.The first to draw my attention was a man whose sheer presence dominated the space around him. His towering frame and broad shoulders spoke of raw, brutal strength, muscles sculpted by countless battles. His gaze was fierce, predatory, radiating a danger so tangible it felt as though the untamed savagery of nature itself resided within him.At his side stood a young woman with feline grace, balanced effortlessly atop high heels that seemed to defy logic. Every movement she made was fluid and deliberate, captivating in its precision. Moonlight caressed her skin, illuminating her slender yet athletic form. She carried herself with an elegance that was both mesmerizing and unsettlin