บททั้งหมดของ The Mad Alpha’s Virgin Cure: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

LYRAThe email didn’t make sense. I stared at it a few more times, certain there had to be a mistake or some sort of glitch that would disappear if I had to blinked hard enough.Anxiety had me pulling out my phone for the umpteenth time to read through the email, word for word to make sure it wasn’t sent to the wrong email address. I swallowed against the lump in my throat and blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. My student loans had been cleared, and just as much as I read the emails, and scrolled through my credit accounts a thousand times to be sure. That amount was nowhere near the figures in both of my accounts. I didn’t know how to make due with this news, so I hung the straps of my tote bag over my shoulder and hurried towards the double doors of the restaurant I worked at. “Where are you going, Lyra?!” Sammie barked. “Your shift ends in thirty minutes!”“Cover for me!” I yelled back her. “Please!”I did not wait for her reply before whirling aro

SINCLAIRShe was here. In flesh. In blood.The last living Eserai.When my elders told me about an Eserai at first, I was sure they had gone mad. It was impossible. My seer confirmed that the Eserais had been wiped out by my father’s reckless drinking from them, and his abuse.But the moment I saw her, I knew. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I knew it was part of the curse, a way to make cursed creatures like us defile them and send us back to square one. It would be torture drinking from her perfect skin. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pulsing neck. The urge to feed was so strong, even now—the next morning.I’d been pacing up and down my chambers since last night, trying to devise a plan so I could feed and not fuck this up in the process. I’ve depended on the rituals for years. They’ve helped calm my beast—Chaos, but they also cause me a great amount of pain and strip the sorcerers of too much power.This is the only choice.Chaos was pacing with me. His claws scraped the back

LYRAI didn’t sleep, I hadn’t even done that especially since I was forced to be here. How could I sleep when the man I despised was constantly threatening me. I didn’t want to sleep and then ended up getting killed while sleeping. I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling until my eyes burned, replaying every word he said, every look, every second he stood too close like the space belonged to him. My body stayed stiff, ready to bolt even though there was nowhere to go. That was the worst part, knowing it and still hoping.By the time light started bleeding through the cracks in the curtains, my head was pounding.I sat up slowly, half-expecting the door to burst open again. It didn’t. The silence felt like a trick. Like he was letting me calm down just so he could remind me who was in control later.My breakfast was still untouched. The smell made my stomach twist, but I forced myself to eat anyway, not for him but for me. I would not be weak today.I was halfway through when the p

SINCLAIRI watched her sleep until the first light of dawn crept through the windows. Her breathing was shallow and steady, as if she believed the world couldn’t reach her here but I knew better. The world always tried. If another wolf even glanced at her the wrong way, her power the very thing I neede would vanish. She would become useless.From the moment she arrived at my pack, I could smell her purity. It was so intense and untainted that I struggled to believe it. Just thinking about it made my blood boil.She stirred before I entered, lifting her head with that stubborn tilt of her chin. Her sleepy eyes barely opened, and she regarded me like I was a shadow she wanted to ignore. I hated that look, but I also ached to hold her.“Up,” I said, my voice low and firm.She didn’t budge. Not even a flinch. Just stubbornness, something I’d grown accustomed to.“I said up,” I repeated, stepping closer.Finally, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “You never knock,” she muttered, her voice roug

LYRAIt's been over two weeks since I'd been captured by Alpha Sinclair and i couldn’t deny the fact that it had been two weeks of torture, of torment and everything i hated to admit. It was one thing to be free but here, in this pack, i wasn’t free at all and I hated to think that my freedom had been reduced to nothing. “How did my life turn to this?” I muttered.The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got but I knew this wasn’t the solution simply because whining and being regretful wasn’t going to get me out of this. I was going to fight till my last blood and even if they tagged me as a lunatic or someone who was rude, I didn’t care simply because I had enough of everyone treating me like I was garbage. There was nothing I hadn’t done to prove myself and I realized that if my adoptive parents could sell me out just for some money, no one was above betrayal.“I’ll show them. No one messed with me and got away with it.” I said.My phone had been seized which had limited m