All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Only Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Samantha POVI woke to warmth.Not the damp heat of the dungeon. Not the cold loneliness of the small room I had been given after Father died. This warmth was steady and gentle, like sunlight filtering through morning mist.I stirred slowly, still half asleep, and felt fingers brushing softly along my cheek. The touch was careful, almost hesitant, as if I were something fragile.My eyes opened.Maddox Emberclaw was watching me.He lay beside me on the massive bed, propped on one elbow, his dark hair falling over his forehead. Morning light slipped through the heavy curtains and traced the sharp lines of his face. His eyes were no longer wild gold like last night. Now they were warm, the color of honey in sunlight.He was smiling. A small, quiet smile that made him look younger. Almost peaceful.I realized his hand was still on my face, his thumb resting just below my cheekbone, and I had not moved away. “Still shocked by your beauty, Samantha,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep

Samantha POVThe cell was cold, but the wound on my wrist burned.I sat pressed into the farthest corner, my back against the damp stone, my knees drawn to my chest. The strip of fabric I had torn from the ragged shift they had thrown me was already soaked through, the dark stain spreading faster than I could stop it. I pressed harder, gritting my teeth against the pain, and watched the crimson bloom between my fingers.They had come without warning.Ranulf and his guards had appeared at my door while I was still half asleep, their faces hard, their movements efficient. They had dragged me to my feet, torn the dress from my body while I screamed, and then one of them had taken a blade to my wrist. Quick. Precise. Deliberate.I had watched them soak the torn fabric of my old dress in my own blood, watched them carry it away like a trophy, and I had understood immediately what they were doing.They were making me dead.The wound was not deep enough to kill me. They had been careful abo

Samantha POVThe blade caught the light, and I knew I was going to die.Ranulf stood over me with the dagger raised, his grey eyes empty of anything but cold resolve. The guards held my arms pinned behind my back, their fingers digging into my wrists hard enough to leave bruises. I could not move. I could not run. I could not fight.But I could lift my chin.I met his gaze without flinching. If this was to be my last moment, I would not spend it begging. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I had spent five years being called worthless, being told I had no honor, no courage, no place among wolves. But I knew the truth now. I had faced a cursed king and calmed him. I had touched a monster and found a man beneath. I had survived this cell, this darkness, this slow dying of hope.I was not worthless.Ranulf's arm drew back.And the wall exploded inward.Stone shattered. Dust billowed. The guards holding me screamed and released me, stumbling backward as a massive sh

Samantha's POVMy dress was beautiful, made of fine silk in a creamy beige-yellow color, the straps deliberately falling off my arms and a long slit on my left leg. My hair was loose and well-groomed, light makeup on my face; I looked beautiful. Tori and Ysabelle had excitedly prepared me so that the king would be speechless.And he truly was.When I entered his chambers, guided by his butler, he awaited me seated on cushions on the veranda floor, a low table laden with expensive wine and delicacies, cushions gathered around it. Lamps and candles lit the atmosphere, creating a warm and cozy ambiance. The bard played an enchanting melody that perfectly suited the moment."Samantha, my dearest. You look beautiful," he said, approaching me, taking my hand and kissing the back of it while gazing at me with those deep, dark eyes."Thank you, my king," I smiled. Maddox was truly a heartbreaker, with his handsome face, well-defined body, and strong hands. I could tell I was well taken care o

Samantha's POVThe next morning I woke up to Alpha Maddox's caresses on my face. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face, his mischievous smile, and his eyes on me, as if he were enchanted."Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said, his voice hoarse and drawn out from just waking up.I smiled, my face flushed. "Good morning, my king." All the memories of last night were now flooding back. The memories of him and me together, entwined under the sheets, the warmth of his body against mine, his addictive kisses... I couldn't help but feel like I was on cloud nine. "Sorry, I ended up sleeping so soundly.""You're even more beautiful sleeping, I like seeing you like this," he gently held the tip of my chin with his index finger and covered my mouth with his lips. The simple touch sent sparkles all over my body, leaving my heart warm and my skin tingling."I love knowing you're mine," he said, our eyes locked on each other.I lifted my head to kiss him again, now deeper than before. I was