Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Cursed Alpha : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

MIRAThe silence in the room didn’t last long enough for me to even catch my breath. Isla didn't bother with the fake, honey-sweet greetings this time.She walked straight toward my bed like she was on a mission to destroy everything in her path. I felt the air leave my lungs.The letter. It was still right there, tucked under the thin, scratchy fabric of the pillow.She started tearing through the sheets, her movements erratic and violent. It was like watching a predator dig for a rabbit."What are you doing? Stop it!" I shouted, my voice sounding more desperate than I wanted it to.I jumped up, my body moving on instinct alone. I tried to put myself between her and the bed, but she didn't even hesitate.Isla shoved me. Hard.I wasn't prepared for the force of it. My feet tangled in the loose rug, and I went flying backward.My first thought wasn't about the letter or the pain. My hand flew to my stomach, shielding the small life inside me from the impact.I hit the bedpost with a si

MIRAThe hours after Isla left felt like an eternity. Every time a shadow moved across the floor, I jumped, convinced she was coming back to finish what she started. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the sharp edges of the letter hidden in my skirt.Finally, the sound I’d been praying for hit the door. A soft, rhythmic series of taps.The signal.I scrambled to my feet, my hip giving a sharp twinge of protest, but I didn't care. I reached the door just as it cracked open. The guard slipped inside, but he didn't have his usual stoic look.He was sweating. His eyes were darting toward the hallway every two seconds like he expected a blade to come through the wood."You’re late," I whispered, holding out the letter with trembling hands."I almost didn't come at all," he said, his voice barely audible.He didn't take the paper right away. He just stood there, his hand hovering near his sword hilt, looking like he was ready to bolt."This is getting too dangerous, Mira. Way

MIRAThe healer didn't just walk in; she practically burst through the door, her medical bag swinging wildly. She looked like she expected to find a corpse, not just me curled up on the floor.Finn was already in his favorite mode: the caged animal. He was pacing a tight line from the door to the window, his heavy boots making a sound like thunder on the stone.I stayed down, making sure my breathing was shallow and uneven. I needed to look like I was struggling for air, not like a woman who had just pulled off the greatest heist in history.The healer knelt beside me, her hands smelling faintly of lavender and something bitter. She was gentle—actually gentle—which was a weird feeling in this house."Where is the pain, Luna?" she asked, her eyes searching mine. "Is it sharp? Dull? How long has it been happening?"I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a broken whisper. "It’s... it was a sharp cramp. Right here."I gestured to the lower part of my stomach, making up a story about phantom

FINNI adjusted my collar in the mirror for the third time. The fabric felt a bit too tight, or maybe it was just the adrenaline humming through my veins.Tonight was the night. The pack gathering. The moment I finally shut everyone up for good.I leaned closer to the glass, checking for any hint of weakness in my expression. I looked exactly how an Alpha should—strong, composed, and absolutely in control.For months, I’ve heard the whispers. The quiet murmurs in the back of the training halls about why my house was still empty.They thought I was inadequate. They thought the Great Finn was firing blanks.Jealous bastards. They wanted to believe I was failing so they could feel better about their own pathetic lives.But tonight, that all changes. I have a miracle heir on the way, and I’m going to shove it down their throats.I thought about Mira, probably huddled in that dark room right now. She still has the nerve to claim the child isn't mine."Ugh. She’s so delusional," I muttered

MIRAThe footsteps stopped right outside my door, and I braced myself, my heart doing a violent frantic dance against my ribs. I thought it was Finn coming back to gloat. Or Isla coming back to finish her interrogation.But instead of the heavy click of the lock, I heard it. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.The guard.Relief flooded through me so fast my knees actually buckled. I had to grab the bedpost just to keep from hitting the floor.I scrambled to the door and cracked it open just an inch. The guard’s face was pale, his eyes darting frantically toward the stairs, but he didn't say a word.He just shoved a piece of parchment through the gap and vanished back into the shadows. I locked the door, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps.My hands were shaking so hard I almost ripped the paper as I broke the seal. The scent of him—pine and cold mountain air—hit me instantly.I sank onto the floor, the rough stone biting into my skin, and started to read.Rowan’s words were different this time. Th