All Chapters of CRIMSON FANG ALPHA AND HIS CURSED MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lysandra povThe Ulmarakyn stood up as one, their faces frozen, they followed Alaric and the young woman. The doors closed with a dull creak, isolating the room from the rest of the world. The whispers of the Alphas filled the space, creating a muffled symphony of authoritarian voices. My gaze drifted to my father and sister, who were exchanging words in low voices, and I felt a pang in my heart despite myself.Suddenly, Varyon stood up in one fluid movement and grabbed my arm to pull me to his side. His possessive gesture tore me from my thoughts, bringing me back to the reality of the situation. Without a word, he quickly moved us away from the room, his confident gait contrasting with my clumsy walk in this tight dress that hindered my movements.The door to our room slowly closed behind us. Varyon finally released his hold on my arm, letting me move freely. I gently rubbed my skin where his grip had left a fleeting mark, still feeling the pressure of his fingers on my flesh."Wha

Without waiting, she led me to the center of the room, where the atmosphere vibrated with energy. The music pulsed around us, infectious and alive, and several people were already dancing, their fluid, rhythmic movements creating a sea of playful bodies.My heartbeat hammered in my chest, the mingling scent of sweat and perfume thick in the air."Look carefully," she whispered, standing before me, arms rising gracefully to the rhythm of the music. "You have to let yourself go, connect to this energy. Forget everything else—even him."I watched, captivated by her ease and confidence. She moved as though the world belonged entirely to her. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to release my dark thoughts and focus on the present."Let your body do the talking," she added, taking my hands and guiding me. "That’s where your strength lies. Show him that you’re not just a shadow next to him."I let the music carry me, my legs moving naturally, a wave of freedom washing over me. Eyes lingered on

I stared at him, my thoughts churning in a violent mix of anger and sorrow. His eyes were empty, just as they had been before, hollow, stripped of all humanity. Despite the horrific mutilations that disfigured his body, he showed no sign of pain. It was as if something inside him had already died long ago.My gaze shifted instinctively to Varyon, and what I saw made my chest tighten. Her jaw was clenched, her features carved with raw, barely restrained tension. Her hands were curled into tight fists, revealing the storm raging beneath her composed exterior. An overwhelming urge surged within me to take her hand, to whisper soothing words, to beg her to calm herself before she shattered. But I was frozen, imprisoned by my own fear. I couldn’t remove my hands from my pockets without risking everything, without exposing what could cost us our lives. That helplessness gnawed at me, consuming me from the inside.“This man is a traitor,” the Ulmarakyn declared, her voice cutting through the

Everything went blurry, and I found myself falling into unconsciousness, the world around me slowly fading into pitch black. The last bits of light danced before my eyes, and I felt myself slipping.I opened my eyes with difficulty, my eyelids feeling as if they were weighed down by stones. A throbbing pain pulsed in the back of my skull. I instinctively brought a hand to my head, and my fingers encountered a sticky, warm texture. Pulling them away, I discovered that they were covered in blood, the bright red contrasting with my skin.My wrists were bound by a rough metal chain, and I could feel the cold metal against my skin. My legs were also bound, immobilized by another chain that held me to the ground. I tried to pull on it, my muscles contracting with the effort, but it was no use. The chain was too strong, and every movement only increased the pain radiating from my wrists.I took a moment to assess my situation. I was in a cave, the air damp and cool surrounding me, and everyt

I was shattered. The weight of his betrayal crushed my chest until it felt impossible to breathe. My thoughts spiraled violently, every shared memory twisting into a blade that carved deeper with each heartbeat. He took a step toward me, regret etched across his face, pain and remorse flickering in his eyes as if he were desperate to break through the wall of fury rising inside me.I saw the battle raging within him, the hesitation, the search for words strong enough to undo what he had done. But it was useless. Nothing could be repaired now. Instinct took over, and I lifted my paw, stopping him before he could come any closer.I didn’t want his explanations. I didn’t want his apologies, his justifications, or the lies he might dress up as truth. I held his gaze one last time, searching desperately for even a fragment of the man I thought I had loved. I found only the ghost of him, shadows where warmth had once lived.So I turned away.I left him standing there as I fled into the fore