All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Only Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hecate POVThe castle was transforming.Every corridor hummed with activity, servants rushing past with armloads of silk and garlands of early spring flowers. The great hall had been emptied of its usual furniture, replaced by long tables draped in white linen and laden with silver candelabras. Banners bearing the Emberclaw sigil hung from the rafters, their crimson fabric rippling in the breeze from the open windows.The Spring Festival was almost upon us.Nobles had begun arriving from every corner of the Seven Packs. Carriages lined the courtyard, their horses stamping impatiently in the cold. I had glimpsed unfamiliar faces in the corridors, lords and ladies dressed in their finest, their eyes bright with anticipation. The young ones spoke in excited whispers about the sacred night, the night when the Moon Goddess would descend and form new mate bonds, tying souls together for eternity.I kept my head down and my hood up, avoiding the crowds, avoiding the questions. I was the qu

Elsie POV The festival was everything Elsie had feared it would be. Loud. Crowded. Suffocating. She stood beside her father, Alpha Garrath, her hands clasped before her, her smile fixed in place like a mask she had been wearing for years. The great hall of Emberclaw Castle glittered around her, candles and jewels and silk gowns blending into a blur of opulence that made her eyes ache. She hated events like this. The false pleasantries. The calculating glances. The way everyone looked at her and saw not a person, but a prize. The daughter of the Midnight Pack's Alpha. The blood of Luna Nyra running through her veins. A piece to be moved on a chessboard she had never asked to play. And tonight, the stakes were higher than ever. "Are you enjoying the festival, Lady Elsie?" Queen Odette's voice cut through the noise, sweet and sharp as poisoned honey. Elsie turned to face her. The queen stood with one hand resting on an elegant silver cane, her other hand looped through King Maddox'

Third POVKing Maddox stood near the center of the great hall, a glass of wine in his hand, his smile fixed firmly in place. The crowd swirled around him, a kaleidoscope of silk and jewels and eager faces. Every alpha, every Luna, every noble of consequence had come to Emberclaw for the Spring Festival, and they all wanted a moment of his time.He had been greeting guests for what felt like hours.The Riverpack group approached next, Alpha Soren at the front, his posture rigid with respect. He was a tall man with weathered skin and kind eyes, his hands calloused from years of hauling nets and lines. He bowed deeply, and his son Malcom followed suit, though the young man's eyes were already wandering, searching the crowd."Your Majesty," Alpha Soren said, his voice warm. "Thank you for your hospitality. Riverpack is honored to be here.""The honor is mine," Maddox replied, the words automatic. "Your pack's contributions to the kingdom are invaluable."Soren beamed. Beside him, Malcom

Third POVThe corridor was empty, the distant music of the festival muffled by the thick stone walls. Maddox followed the faint trail of lavender, his boots silent on the cold floor, his heart pounding with each step. The scent grew stronger as he approached the washroom, a small chamber tucked away from the main hall, used by guests who needed a moment of privacy during long events.He pushed the door open slowly.Hecate stood before the mirror, her hands braced on the edge of the marble basin, her head bowed. Her breathing was uneven, her shoulders rising and falling with each shallow breath. The candlelight flickered around her, casting dancing shadows on her pale face.She looked up when he entered, her dark eyes meeting his in the reflection. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile."You followed me," she said. It was not a question."Your scent led me here."She turned to face him, her back against the basin, her hands gripping

Tori POVThe courtyard hummed with anticipation, the crowd pressing together beneath the silver light of the full moon. Tori stood near the back, close to Ysabella, their shoulders almost touching. The air was cool and thick with the scent of flowers and wine and the electric charge of magic that seemed to crackle across the sky.Ysabella's hand found hers and squeezed. "Are you nervous?"Tori shook her head, but her heart was pounding. "I do not know what I am."She looked across the courtyard to where Eilad stood with the Obsidian Pack retinue. He was tall and broad shouldered, his dark hair gleaming in the moonlight. He was watching her too, his honey colored eyes soft, a small smile playing on his lips.Ysabella followed her gaze and grinned. "He has not stopped looking at you all night.""He is an old friend.""He wants to be more than a friend."Tori did not deny it. She could not. The way Eilad looked at her, the way he had said her name, the way he had asked what if the Goddes