All Chapters of His rejected curvy secret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: Faye pov The first light of dawn cut through the tent, but it brought no comfort. I woke up with a start, the burn inside me pulsing harder than ever. It was a constant, angry fire, moving with every beat of my heart. My body felt cold, and weak from blood loss, but the curse inside me made my skin burn hot. My side still bled through the bandages, with every movement sending sharp pain along the wound. Umfa moved restlessly in my mind, growling, pacing, wanting to shift, and wanting to fight. I held her back, knowing any sudden shift could make the curse worse. The baby slept fitfully beside me, with small whimpers escaping from her lips, and I couldn’t stop staring. I wanted to reach out and reassure her, but I couldn’t shake the terror that Thorn’s warning was true, that the curse already wanted her blood. Jacob sat close, pale and exhausted. His arm was re-bandaged, but I could see the worry etched into his face. He wouldn’t leave me, even with his own weakness pre

Chapter 43: Faye pov I stood in the center of the circle, with blood still soaking my bandages, legs weak, and the burn in my chest pulsing hotter with every heartbeat. Wolves shifted around me, some growling, some trembling, others already showing flashes of silver in their eyes. The curse was spreading faster than I thought. I couldn’t leave without answers. “Mira,” I called, my voice cracking with pain and rage. “Come here. Now. In front of everyone.” She stepped forward slowly, carrying the journal and bracelet, her eyes careful but steady. The pack parted slightly, murmuring in surprise. I ignored the pain ripping through my side. “Tell me the truth. What really happened the night my mother died? And what is this ‘real price’ Thorn keeps talking about Mira swallowed, her hands tightening around the journal. “Faye… you need to listen carefully,” she said, voice trembling. “I was Lunette’s closest friend. Her midwife. The night she made the pact with the spirit… she knew it

Faye povI gripped the reins tightly as my horse ran forward on the northern path. Every step sent pain through my side. My wound had opened again, and I could feel the warm blood soaking into my clothes. My hands trembled, and my vision flickered silver for a second before returning to normal. I swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, but the burn inside me would not stop. It was always there now. Umfa howled in my mind, restless and angry.“Stop it,” I whispered under my breath. “Please… I’m trying.”Jacob rode beside me. His face looked pale, and I could see the blood on his sleeve again. He noticed me looking and tried to smile, but it did not reach his eyes.“You’re bleeding,” I said quietly.“So are you,” he replied gently. “We’ll both live.”I shook my head. “It’s getting worse. I can feel it.”He frowned. “Feel what?”Before I could answer, a sharp cry filled my mind. I gasped and grabbed my chest.“She’s scared,” I whispered.Jacob stiffened. “What?”“The baby,” I said, my voice

Fayes pov I had no strength left, my body barely holding itself upright, my side burning from the wound, the curse pulsing inside me like a wild, uncontrollable storm. Umfa raged beneath my skin, pulling, clawing, demanding release, but I held her back with everything I had. She couldn’t have control now. Not when everything was on the line. The stone before me loomed large, its dark surface glittering in the faint light of the setting sun. The symbols etched into it seemed to shimmer, almost alive. I had placed the journal and bracelet on the stone as instructed, the weight of the ritual pressing down on me, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Mira’s words echoed in my mind: Speak Lunette’s words. Offer something of yourself. The spirit will decide the price. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, though every part of me felt like it was being torn apart. The curse burned through me, and I could feel it reaching for my daughter, pulling at the bond between us. I couldn’t wa

Faye’s POV The air was thick with tension as the pack watched me closely, their uncertainty and fear palpable. I had always been their Luna. I had always led with the strength of my wolf, with Umfa's power beside me. But now, I was just a human. No claws. No silver eyes. No wolf scent. And they were looking at me like I was nothing more than a stranger. It made my skin crawl. I felt my pulse race, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure I could hold it together, but I had no choice. I couldn’t fall apart now, not in front of them. I had to prove I was still worthy. I had to show them that I could lead, even without Umfa. Jacob stood beside me, his eyes filled with concern, but also with something else—hope, maybe? Or was it just desperation to hold on to the bond we had? His grip on my arm tightened, as if he were afraid I might collapse under the pressure. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t collapse. Not now. “Faye,” Jacob whispered, his voice barely audible. “You’re still you. You