Semua Bab Auctioned Bride Of The Cursed Alpha : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ivara's POVIt was the night of the Wolf Hunt, and Xlynor was taking me to the festival just like he said. I sat still in front of the tall mirror, my heart fluttering as the maid worked behind me, her fingers cautious as she pinned the last strand of my hair into place.She had styled it into an elegant royal crown updo— braids woven together and tiny black jewels that caught the light. A few soft strands framed my face.My makeup was light—smoky dark eyes, long lashes, and deep red lips that made my pale skin glow. And my gown was floor-length, a daring slit up one leg, with a fitted bodice that accentuated my curves, and chains that draped across it.Xlynor had personally picked everything I wore, so it was all black, but in the most beautiful way. He also sent the maid over to help me get ready.“I think we're done, Miss.” The maid bowed while I nodded for her to leave.I stood, and my gaze traveled across my dress and damn, I looked beautiful… like some dark princess.I turned to

Ivara's POVI thrashed wildly, twisting and struggling against the grip holding me from behind and trying to alert anyone. When that didn’t work, I sank my teeth hard into the palm over my lips.A sharp hiss sounded behind me, followed by a muffled curse as the hand jerked away.Just as I drew in a breath to scream, thick black smoke swallowed us whole, the world spun violently before the fog cleared.Even then, I couldn’t move. My heart hammered against my chest. “Xly… Xlynor?”The second he released me, I spun around so quickly I nearly lost my balance.Xlynor stood there, wincing as he flexed his bitten palm. “Are you an animal? Why the hell would you bite me?”Tears stung the corners of my eyes at that realization. I had genuinely thought I was being kidnapped, and my fear had blinded me so completely that I hadn’t even recognized Xlynor's scent or presence.“Why would you just approach me like that?” I snapped, my voice trembling. “How was I supposed to know it was you?”“You wer

Ivara's POV“Stop it, Ivara. Stop. You’ll kill him, and I know that’s not your intention.” Elodie grabbed me from behind and dragged me away.I dropped the stool, breathing hard. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the tears.Eryndor lay unmoving on the floor, bleeding from the side of his head, and for one terrifying second, I thought I had actually killed him.How could the man I once trusted—the one I foolishly saw as a brother—turn into a monster right before my eyes? The betrayal cut deeper than I expected.A broken sound escaped my throat as tears blurred my vision.It was then that it dawned on me. Nobody was to be trusted in Dark Hound. Not even yourself.“Elodie…” I whispered shakily, and she immediately pulled me into her arms despite her own injuries.Her split lip was still bleeding, and she had a bruised jaw and a cut on her cheek.“We don’t have much time,” she whispered while rubbing my hair. “We need to leave now.”I sniffled. “The hunt already started, ther

Xlynor’s POVI couldn’t sit any longer. Sulking over Ivara’s stupid decisions like some heartbroken fool wasn’t going to bring her back.She was impulsive, stubborn, and still very much a child in so many ways and I couldn’t blame her.I just needed to get her back before Eryndor did something irreversibly stupid and the fact that I had taunted him earlier without being cautious enough left a bitter taste in my mouth.I ran my fingers through my hair, rubbing my face hard as I tried to keep calm.I turned toward the glass windows overlooking the maze, my jaw tightening. How exactly was I supposed to find one reckless human girl with this many people present? I wasn’t even sure how long she’d been gone.There were too many people, too many scents, too many supernatural energies colliding together.And worse, I couldn’t even track her scent, which made no sense. She had been here and even though she had left, traces of her scent would still linger, and I could always smell her miles awa

Xlynor’s POVIt was only after bringing Ivara back home that I realized how bad her condition truly was. She had lost so much blood that the scent of blood coated my room heavily.I carefully examined her body. Glass shards were embedded in her arms, shoulders, and thighs. Deep cuts crisscrossed her pale skin, and bruises were already forming.My jaw tightened. “Where exactly did Eryndor take you and how did that sorceress get her hands on you?” I mumbled under my breath.She looked so fragile lying there.I sat at the edge of the bed and began carefully pulling out the shards one by one with steady fingers. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her further.I set each shard I removed aside on a cloth. My eyes traced every inch of her as I worked — the curve of her neck, the silver strands of hair stuck to her damp forehead, long lashes resting against her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell weakly.Even unconscious, she flinched slightly whenever I pulled a deeper shard out.“It’s f