His rejected curvy secret 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Faye’s POV I held my daughter close, her tiny body warm against mine, but my chest felt cold. A sharp spike of fear ran through me, jagged and raw. The curse was still alive. I could feel it in the back of my mind, stirring like a hungry beast, waiting for a moment of weakness. My daughter was still at risk. Despite everything I had given up, despite the emptiness that now consumed me, the spirit that had started this entire nightmare was far from finished. "We have to go back," I whispered to myself, barely able to breathe past the lump in my throat. I looked down at my daughter, who was asleep in my arms, unaware of the danger that still loomed. The promise I had made to her echoed in my mind, and I could feel the weight of that promise pressing on my chest. I will end this for you. I will protect you, no matter the cost. But how could I? I was no longer the woman who had stood in front of Thorn, fierce and full of power. I was human now—weak, vulnerable, without Umfa’s strength

Faye’s POV The days stretched out slowly, each one a mixture of quiet healing and anxious waiting. Life in the camp had settled into a rhythm—tent repairs were underway, patrols resumed, children had returned to playing in the open, and the air no longer buzzed with the tension of the curse or the fear of Thorn’s shadow looming over us. But even in the calm, I still felt the heavy weight of being human. It wasn’t just the physical loss of my wolf. It was the absence of Umfa. That constant, primal part of me that used to pulse with energy and power. Now, I was just… me. I still had my mind, my heart, but sometimes it felt like something vital was missing. I couldn’t shift, couldn’t feel the pack through the bond, and sometimes I would wake in the night, reaching for the comfort of my wolf only to remember that she was gone. I hated those moments. Despite everything, I refused to let the camp see how fragile I felt. I was their Luna. Even if I no longer had silver eyes or the strengt

Jacob’s POV I did not trust the calm that had settled over the camp. On the surface, everything looked as it should. The wolves trained, patrols rotated, and the children’s laughter drifted through the tents again. Fires burned steadily, and the tents stood firm against the wind. But beneath it all, I could feel something heavy pressing against the air. Wolves watched the tree line longer than necessary, their eyes sharp, shoulders tense. The guards checked their weapons twice before moving, and even the strongest among them carried the tension in their stance, unwilling to fully relax. It was subtle, almost invisible to anyone who wasn’t looking closely, but I saw it. I felt it. It screamed danger. Most of all, I watched Faye. She moved with a grace she was forcing into herself, holding her head high even when her eyes betrayed the fear beneath. I saw her in council meetings, with her voice firm and unwavering, but every now and then, a flicker of doubt crossed her face, a shadow o

Thorn’s POV I watched from the edge of the tree line, with my eyes fixed on the small light of the campfires. The pack moved around it, rebuilding, laughing, pretending everything was fine. I had waited long enough. They believed in peace, in safety, in Faye’s strength. They believed that the human she had become could still protect them. They were wrong. I knew the truth. Faye moved through the camp with the baby in her arms, and I studied her every motion. She carried herself like a Luna, head high, shoulders straight, but her movements betrayed her. Fragile. Hesitant. Mortal. The absence of her wolf was visible to anyone who truly looked. I smirked as she glanced at a patrolling wolf and felt nothing in return. That bond she once held, that instinct she once relied upon—it was gone. And I had made certain of that first step. Mira’s death had been necessary. Not because she was powerful, but because she had given Faye hope. She had taught Faye to rely on herself, to believe that

Faye’s POV I woke up to the sharp sting of pain, a dizzying wave of it that clouded my thoughts and made my vision flicker. My body felt weak, every muscle sore, every inch of skin raw. I tried to move, but the ropes binding my wrists and ankles pulled painfully, digging into my skin. I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t shift. There was no wolf inside me anymore, no power to break free. I forced myself to open my eyes, but the darkness pressed against me, thick and suffocating. The air was damp and cold. I was lying on a rough stone floor, the scent of earth and decay heavy in the air. As my mind slowly cleared, I realized I was trapped—no longer in the camp I had fought so hard to protect, but in a dark cave, bound and helpless. Thorn stood over me, with a sickening smirk playing on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of hate and triumph, and I felt a fresh wave of terror rush through me. My daughter. Jacob. Everything I had fought for. It was all back at camp, and now Thorn had