All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Only Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter NineChristian POVDenisse would not stop crying. The sound of her sniffling grated against my nerves like a dull blade. She stood by the window, her handkerchief pressed to her eyes, her shoulders shaking with every exaggerated sob."You don't see it, Christian," she said, her voice thick with tears. "She is playing you. This is reverse psychology. The accident changed nothing. She is still the same desperate woman who chased you for three years. She just learned new tricks."I rubbed my temples. "What are you talking about?"Denisse turned to face me, her eyes red and swollen. "Violet. She knows you feel guilty about the divorce. She knows you are only keeping her around for the Moonstone alliance. So she is pretending not to care. She wants you to chase her. She wants you to fall back in love with her. It is manipulation."I frowned. The idea had crossed my mind, but Violet seemed genuinely indifferent.Denisse continued, her voice growing more intense. "You and I have hist

Chapter ElevenThird POVIn the dim office, lit only by a lone desk lamp, Christian drums his fingers against the desk while Healer Melvin stands pale yet resolute and Beta Marcus watches in silence.The thought of Violet carrying his child and fleeing with his heir claws at his mind. Yet the reports before him clash, one denying the pregnancy, the other confirming it, leaving him restless and torn.Melvin spread his hands wide, his voice earnest. "Alpha, I have served this pack for three decades. My reputation speaks for itself. I do not make mistakes about something as significant as a pregnancy. The Madam is with child. I performed the examination myself."Marcus shifted uncomfortably. "Then how do you explain the second report? It came from your own hospital, Healer. With your signature on it."Melvin's jaw tightened. "I don't know how to explain this, but I can guarantee that your wife is indeed pregnant, Alpha.."Christian leaned back in his chair, studying the healer's face. "T

Chapter ThirteenViolet POVHis face was so close I could see the small scar above his eyebrow, the faint lines around his eyes that came from years of frowning. Christian was sniffing me. Actually sniffing me, like an animal trying to catch a scent. His breath was warm against my skin, and I felt goosebumps rise on my arms.It was strange. Dangerous. But I understood immediately what he was doing. He was checking for the pup. The pregnancy he suspected but could not confirm. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to stay still. I couldn't flinch. Could not give him any reason to be suspicious.My scent masking held. I had been practicing it since my wolf awakened, and it was getting easier. Christian's expression shifted as he pulled back slightly. Disappointment flickered across his face before he masked it. He had found nothing. No trace of a pup. No hint of pregnancy.I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and stepped back, putting distance between us. I crossed my arms and

Chapter FifteenThird Person POVBrendan could not believe what he was seeing. His brother's rogue wife had just walked out of the Alpha's bedroom, wearing cartoon pajamas, looking completely relaxed like she owned the place. The two of them had slept together? But their relationship was supposed to be terrible. Everyone knew Christian did not love his wife. Everyone knew she was just a means to an end.Brendan had seen Violet many times over the years. He had watched her at pack gatherings, always hovering near Christian, always trying to catch his attention. He had seen her cry in corners when Christian ignored her. He had heard the maids whisper about how she would wait up all night for a husband who never came home. He had laughed at her, pitied her, despised her for her weakness.But the woman standing in front of him now was nothing like that."What are you wearing?" Brendan sneered, gesturing at her pajamas. "Clothes like that will not seduce my brother. If you are trying to wi

Chapter One Hundred FourteenElsie POVThe dining room was bright, too bright, the morning sun streaming through the tall windows and casting harsh light across the polished table. Silver gleamed. China clinked. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat filled the air, but Elsie's stomach churned with something that had nothing to do with hunger.She sat between her mother and father, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the plate before her. Across the table, Malcom's parents beamed with barely contained excitement, their faces flushed with the joy of a union they had wanted for years. Malcom himself sat at the head of the table, his shoulders straight, his chin lifted, the picture of a proud young Alpha who had won his prize.Elsie wanted to scream."This is truly a blessed day," Alpha Soren declared, his voice booming across the table. He was a large man, weathered and broad, with the kind of laugh that filled a room and the kind of hands that had hauled nets for decades.