Semua Bab Auctioned Bride Of The Cursed Alpha : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ivara's POVThe moment Xlynor’s fingers left my hair, I should have run… but I didn’t.My feet stayed rooted to the forest floor, bare soles pressing into damp leaves and cold earth.Because what was the point? Running meant hope that there was a chance. And there wasn’t.Xlynor didn’t need to search—he’d find me in seconds if he wanted to. Whether I sprinted like prey or stood still like a fool, the outcome was the same, because I was already caught.So why bother? Why waste energy pretending I could win something that was already decided?I turned slowly.Xlynor stood a few paces away, tall and motionless. His hands were clasped calmly behind his back, and his face blank. There wasn't any sign of anger on the surface, but he was still terrifying.“Why aren’t you running?” he asked. “Don’t you fancy being chased?”I dropped my gaze to the ground, unable to hold his stare.The silence between us stretched until it felt like a blade against my throat.He stepped closer, and his cold fi

Ivara's POVI stood there in the hallway, staring at the open doorway he had left for me. Part of me wanted to jump at the choice he’d thrown so casually at my feet, but another part…the stubborn part—refused stubbornly.“No, I don’t want to.”I turned to go back into my room, but before I could take two steps, Xlynor’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm, fingers firm around my wrist.“Hey—!” A gasp tore from my throat as I tried to yank free.In one smooth motion, he bent, hooked an arm behind my knees, and lifted me clean off the floor, throwing me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing.“Put me down!” I yelped, kicking my legs wildly in the air. “Let go of me!”“The fact that I didn’t spank you last night doesn’t mean I can’t do it now,” he said calmly. “Stay still, or I’ll put you down, and spank that attitude out of you.”The words hit like cold water and I froze, every kick dying midair.My face burned with embarrassment as he carried me through his apartment. We passed thr

Xlynor's POVShe sat up, then pulled me into a sitting position, her brows pinched together.She touched the cut on my lower lip with the tips of her fingers, then she moved to my brow. I probably had a cut there too, because she dabbed it with the hem of her sleeve.I didn’t even feel it. It must’ve happened when my mouth hit her head during the fall and we rolled over.“This is all your fault. Why would you lean so close to me? I just wake up and the first thing I see is your face right in mine. Now look what happened.” She fussed, eyes still full of concern.“Wait!” She pulled back, a scowl spreading on her face. It seemed like she had just realized what she was doing. “Why aren't you healing? You're a werewolf, you’re supposed to heal, aren’t you?”My mind snagged on the words. She was right. The cuts should have already healed, so why hadn’t they?I glanced up at her, then it hit me. She was doing whatever it was she usually did without even knowing.Without thinking or consideri

Xlynor's POVThe noise of the festival faded behind me as I slipped away from the royal pavilion, trailing Isagi's scent.His scent was faint and difficult to track. He’d used masking spells, blended into the environment, and scattered false scents and presences around the woods.The fact that the dimwit was too good at hiding only pissed me off more. He knew I'd come here, he knew I'd come after him the second I found out he had disappeared, so he made tracking him take more concentration than it should have.He was being corny, and trying to get under my skin like he always did.But as I moved deeper into the woods, I felt a slick presence, trying to merge with the woods while following me closely.I stopped as my eyes scanned the area. I knew I was being followed, but Isagi's spells had messed with the scents and presence.I crouched low, then placed my palm on the floor, trying to be one with the earth. Suddenly, I caught sight of a dagger flying towards me from the corner of my ey

Xlynor's POVThe small bulbs lit up the space, just enough for me to see what I was doing, as I stood in the kitchen, hands moving on autopilot.I was drained—bone-deep and very exhausted. Healing the cut on my palm last night had taken more out of me than I expected. I guess it was because I had to deal with Barkow and the others— stopping them from hurting Isagi.Channeling enough energy to hold back my demons left me weak, so I handed the rest of the evening’s duties to Zane and returned to the castle.But I couldn’t understand why I was in the kitchen—cooking. The problem wasn't me cooking, it was that I wasn't just cooking anything, everything I made required effort, precision, attention, and patience—things I currently lacked.I could have had the palace maids deliver something decent, but because the moment that little menace had looked me in the eye and specifically said she wanted something “tasty,” some arrogant, stupid part of me wanted to impress her.Or maybe, I had alrea