Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Cursed Alpha : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mira’s POVThe silence was almost louder than the screaming. It was a heavy, terrible pressure that seemed to weigh down on my eyelids and ears.Outside, the world was still ending, but inside the room, it felt like the air had been sucked out by a vacuum, leaving a hollow lightness in its wake. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers digging into the mattress until the fabric groaned in protest.I didn't move. I didn't even think I was blinking. I just listened. I listened to the heavy thud of boots retreating down the stairs, a deliberate, retreating rhythm.Then came the slam of the front door. Following that was the distant, muffled barks of Alpha Finn as he led his men toward a ghost.Slowly, the noise became a dull, receding hum. The pack house was emptying out. The warriors were gone, the guards were at the perimeter, and the house was as hollow as my chest felt.Then, the quiet click of a latch. The sound was impossibly loud in the echoing space.The bathroom door creaked ope

Mira’s POVThe click of the lock felt like the loudest sound in the world, a definitive, echoing finality. I leaned my back against the heavy wood of the door, my legs finally giving out completely as I slid down until my knees hit my chest. I was shaking uncontrollably. Not just a little tremor in my hands, but a full-body shudder that felt like it was rattling my very bones with the aftermath of adrenaline.I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, searching desperately for that golden thread in the dark. I could feel Rowan. Through the mate bond, he felt like a low, pulsing hum of heat and static, a distant but comforting anchor. I tracked him as he moved—fast, like a shadow, escaping through the corridors. I felt him drop from a window, felt the momentary jolt of his feet hitting the grass, and then he was moving further away.The distance between us grew steadily, stretching the bond until it was a thin, aching wire that pulled painfully in my chest. He was past the borders

Mira’s POV I woke up to the sound of low, unfamiliar, and professional voices vibrating through the heavy door. It wasn't the usual light banter or bored silence of the guards who had grown used to my silent presence. These new voices were hard, professional, and entirely new to me. I could hear the rhythmic thud of heavy boots pacing the hallway, a constant, unrelenting back-and-forth that made me feel like I was truly in a secure cell for the very first time. Finn hadn't been bluffing in his rage. He’d cleared out everyone who might have shown me a shred of sympathy or grown comfortable in my presence. Every familiar face, every guard who might have turned a blind eye for a second, was gone. I sat up in bed, pulling the blankets tight around my shoulders as the morning light bled weakly through the curtains. My heart was already racing with a cold dread. The high of seeing Rowan was completely gone, replaced by a cold, crushing, inescapable reality. I was deeper in the lion

Mira’s POVThe second pebble hits the glass softly, but it sounds loud in the silence of my room.I freeze where I’m sitting, breath caught halfway in my chest, every muscle in my body locking at once.My first thought is that I imagined it, a trick of my own damn mind that's caused by isolation and the constant, crushing weight of expectation.My second is that imagining things in this place is how people get punished, for any sign of mental instability is treated as a crack in the armor they’ve forced me to wear.Then a third pebble taps the window.My heart starts pounding so hard I’m sure it has to be audible to anyone standing in the hallway.I push back from the small table and stand slowly, as if moving too fast might make the very walls notice me and report my agitation to those watching.The floor is cold beneath my bare feet as I cross the room, every step deliberate, every breath controlled to keep from gasping.I stop a few feet from the window and listen, straining to hea

Mira’s POVI waited until my breathing steadied before I moved.The room was quiet again, the kind of heavy, suffocating quiet that pressed in on my ears until the silence felt like a physical weight.It was the sort of quiet that made my thoughts louder than they should have been, echoing against the stone walls like trapped birds.I slid my hand under the pillow slowly, moving carefully while uttering prayers, and I felt the cool, weight of the pendant that was hidden there.Just touching the smooth surface of the silver grounded me.It was just enough to remind me that I was still here, and so was he.I left it where it was, tucked away from prying eyes.The note, however, couldn’t stay unfortunately.I took the folded parchment from where I had hidden it in the mattress seam and held it over the small, flickering candle by my bed.The flame licked greedily at the edge of the paper, curling the yellowed parchment inward as the heat consumed it.Rowan’s handwriting—the steady, famil