All Chapters of Auctioned Bride Of The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ivara’s POVI woke up with every part of me screaming in pain. My head throbbed, my bones were weak and heavy, even breathing felt exhausting.But even after I regained consciousness, I stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, and refusing to move.The terror from the hunt had not left me and was still fresh in my mind.In fact, I had jolted awake from nightmares and whispers of Eryndor's voice in my head, and now I couldn't move because I was scared.I had no idea where I was or who I was with and for all I knew, I could’ve been kidnapped.The darkness around me only made everything worse. I swallowed hard and curled my fingers tightly into the sheets beneath me.The room smelled exactly like Xlynor — cedarwood and smoke— but I couldn’t trust that.What if it was another hallucination?I remember hallucinating badly before I passed out near the maze, so there was a possibility this was me hallucinating.“So you're just going to lay there till when?” A voice spoke from the darkness. “

Xlynor’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut, I released the freeze on Ivara. I could already imagine her cursing me out the second she regained full movement, but at least, now I wouldn’t have to listen to it.I exhaled slowly and ran my fingers through my hair.The original plan had been simple: wait until she woke up, talk to her, then calmly ask her about the sorceress, and what exactly happened last night.But, the second she flinched away from me like I was some kind of monster, I snapped. And before I knew it, I was arguing with her and pinning everything on her. Unconsciously, I had revealed just how jealous I actually was.I pressed my tongue against my cheek, fighting the smile that kept trying to break through.All I wanted was for her to deny it. I needed to hear her say she didn’t choose to go with him. That she hadn’t willingly left the lounge. And she did.Damn. I had been jealous for absolutely no reason.A smirk slowly found its way onto my lips.To think that at som

Xlynor’s POV“Whoever it is shouldn’t be our priority. I’m more concerned about why,” I muttered, staring at the frozen image on the laptop screen. “Is House Velmora trying to stir trouble with Dark Hound's royalty? Because I do not understand why a Velm would decide to start playing stupid games with me.”Zane shifted uncomfortably. “It’s possible, whoever that is, wants a fight. They probably haven’t forgotten what your family did. The Darkazovs, I mean,” he clarified.My confusion deepened. “What did we do? I don’t remember Dark Hound having problems with House Velmora…” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Wait. Is there something you’re supposed to be telling me?”Zane exhaled heavily, like the weight of the words exhausted him before he even spoke them.“I’m not quite sure if that’s the direct reason House Velmora is after you or Ivara,” he admitted. “Because technically you weren’t even involved. But I think it might be linked.”“I still want to know, Zane,” I replied.His expression gr

Xlynor’s POVI was still trying to process everything because I was genuinely confused.Did Eryndor go into hiding? Did he leave Dark Hound?No. He wouldn't. The thought alone felt ridiculous. Eryndor would rather die trying than give up and disappear quietly.But if he actually did and thought I wouldn't find him, then he was sorely mistaken.I stood from the broken stool and headed for the confinement exit. But the second I opened the door, I slammed directly into someone trying to enter.We both stumbled back while I narrowed my eyes.“…Isagi?”He looked just as surprised as I felt.“What are you doing here?” we both asked at the exact same time.The silence afterward was awkward and very suspicious.Isagi stepped back first, rubbing the back of his neck casually.“It’s been a while since I came to Dark Hound,” he smiled awkwardly. “I was just… looking around and catching up with the place. The wolf hunt. Everything.”I scoffed inwardly. He still sucked at lying. Pfft.Looking aroun

Xlynor’s POVI had returned to my study immediately after leaving Eryndor’s villa. Now, standing over the oak table, my eyes moved between the tome and the grimoire as I tried to decide which to start with.My gaze lingered on the grimoire briefly before shifting away from it.“Let's start with you first,” I mumbled, picking up the Malkara Lyk.Even though I was really curious about what was in the Makisteia, I was drawn to the Malkara. Maybe because it was far more relevant to me.The Malkara supposedly contained everything about wolves, Lycans, dragon shifters, hybrids, cursed bloodlines… creatures like me. Demigod hybrids.I sat down and opened the tome, intending to skim through it quickly. I expected ancient knowledge, histories, and hidden truths. Instead, my eyes landed on a single sentence repeated endlessly, filling the parchment:“The sleeping tongue remembers only the blood that first taught it to speak, because blood restores the forgotten language and breaks the seal that