Alle Kapitel von Auctioned Bride Of The Cursed Alpha : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Xlynor’s POVMy study was silent except for the sound of papers shuffling beneath my fingers.For weeks, Zane had been handling most of the company's affairs: territory negotiations, financial movements, and internal restructuring.So tonight, I decided to inspect everything myself.But I hadn't even gone halfway when I began feeling restless. I had this gnawing sensation deep in my gut. The kind that warned of storms before clouds even gathered.I leaned back in my chair, grinding my jaw.My demons were close to awakening. I could feel it in my veins. Also, it had also been a while since my demons had fed properly.Perhaps that was it. I wasn’t prepared for the awakening, so they were reacting.“I’ll visit the cells tomorrow,” I muttered to myself.It was already night and I did not trust myself to enter those chambers in this state. I might as well drain the hearts of everyone there.I pushed the files away and stood, stretching my shoulders before walking toward the window.As I st

Ivara’s POVI quickly slipped my wrist out of Xlynor's hold, my face contorting. “What are you saying? We were not—” I didn’t finish before his hand returned. But not to my wrist. It slid around my waist and my breath hitched as I swallowed the rest of my words.His fingers pressed firmly into my side as he pulled me flush against him. My back collided with his chest as heat radiated through his shirt into my spine.I stiffened instantly. What the hell was he doing?I tried struggling against his grip, but he bent slightly, his lips brushing near my ear. “Mess this up,” he whispered, low enough that only I could hear. “And I mess you up.”My stomach dropped, and I went still… even my breathing stilled.Across from us, Zoya’s expression transformed into pure horror, as her eyes locked on Xlynor's hands around my waist.Xlynor, on the other hand, looked relaxed. Almost bored. As if he had no idea what he was doing to her.Oh, now I understood. Zoya had feelings for him, but it didn't l

Eryndor’s POVThe library was its own kingdom. A towering hall of ancient wood and stone, lined with shelves that stretched upward in endless tiers.Dusty tomes. Forbidden manuscripts. Cursed books—everything was here… except those I didn’t want.I stood in the upper corridor, one hand wrapped around a cup of coffee, the other resting lazily against the long oak table beside me.The window before me faced the back of the hall, and beyond it lay the narrow path that led toward the slave quarters.I waited, patiently, my eyes focused on the path. Why was it taking so long? It never did.“Eryndor! Eryndor Darkazov!”I exhaled slowly. Of course, no one screamed my name like a spoiled brat except Zoya.I stepped away from the window, then took slow steps toward the railing. Glancing down at the grand floor below, I saw her standing and searching for me with her eyes. She seemed flushed and frantic.“This is a library, Zoya,” I called down dryly. “You don’t scream like a scorned woman in he

Ivara's POVI didn’t know why my hands were shaking so badly.Maybe it was the way Zoya had smiled at me before dropping me off. That smile had been too sweet — sweet enough to turn sinister.She had forced me to come to the castle after I bluntly refused. She said it was important. That I had to deliver ceremonial robes for the wolf hunt to Xlynor.When I asked why she couldn't take them herself, she explained that Xlynor never took anything from her and, since we were close, perhaps I could speak to him.The castle loomed in front of me, the sight of it making my skin crawl. The air felt thick and wrong while my skin prickled as if unseen fingers brushed against me.Today was the Red Moon. Everyone knew the red moon brought chaos and, from the way I felt, I was going to be its victim.The moment I crossed the threshold and walked through the gates, something shifted in the air — like I had walked into a trap… maybe my own death.The gates slammed shut behind me. I flinched and turne

Xlynor's POVI didn’t mean to fall asleep.I had been sitting at the edge of the bed and watching her sleep. That was all. Just watching.Somewhere between watching her and drowning in thoughts, darkness overtook me. The kind I avoided for years.Sleep was never kind to me. It was a gateway. A corridor my demons loved to drag me through… even though they didn’t mean to.It was part of the curse, so I trained myself to function without it. Sometimes I went days without closing my eyes.But now, this was the second time in years I had slept that deeply. The first time was the night I found her at the lake — the day I brought her here.Her scent had wrapped around my mind and silenced the chaos, so I slept soundly.I would’ve still been sleeping if she hadn’t suddenly screamed.I jolted upright instantly, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as instinct took over.My gaze snapped toward the bed.She was scrambling backward and trembling violently, her silver hair disheveled and he