All Chapters of A Marriage Bound by Curse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Aurelia POVThe air felt heavy as Fenrir remained in his wolf form, the weight of his presence settling over the training grounds in a way that was impossible to ignore. Conversations had died instantly, replaced by a stunned silence that lingered far longer than it should have. Everyone stared, some in awe, others with poorly concealed fear, their reactions varying but all rooted in the same realization: this was not something they saw every day.I found myself observing far more than those around me.It was not just the size of him, though that alone was enough to command attention. It was the details, the way his fur shifted with each movement, catching the light in uneven patterns, the unnatural glow of his eyes that burned far too brightly to be mistaken for anything ordinary. I watched the way he reacted to every sound, every subtle shift in the air, aware of everything around him in a way that felt almost overwhelming to witness.And most of all, I watched the moment he began t

By the time evening began settling over Valmere, the bright warmth of the morning had disappeared entirely.Heavy clouds rolled across the sky in slow waves, swallowing the last traces of sunlight behind layers of dark gray. The air had changed with it. What had once felt light and open now carried a strange heaviness that lingered through the palace halls and pressed against the windows with growing wind.Fenrir had noticed it almost immediately.The storm.At first, he tried ignoring it.After leaving the training grounds, he had every intention of returning to the west wing, but the moment he stepped back inside the palace, his thoughts began circling again in ways that refused to settle. Aurelia asking Rowan about dreams. The scream from the previous night. The burning sigil carved into his chest. The way everything seemed to tighten further each time thunder rolled across the sky.None of it made sense.And Fenrir hated things he could not control.So instead of returning to his

The sun had nearly disappeared behind the mountains surrounding Valmere by the time Elias finally returned to the palace.The cloudy sky had dimmed the city earlier than usual, leaving the halls washed in warm lantern light by the time he crossed back into the west wing. Servants moved more quietly during the evenings here. Even the palace itself seemed to settle once night approached, conversations softening behind closed doors while guards rotated through shifts with practiced silence.Elias walked through it all at an unhurried pace.Mostly because he already knew Fenrir was waiting.Not literally standing around waiting, of course. Fenrir would rather die than admit to anticipating someone’s return. But Elias knew him well enough to recognize the signs. The moment Fenrir realized Elias had been gone most of the day gathering information, he would want answers immediately.Which made delaying it slightly far more entertaining.Sure enough, the moment Elias stepped into the west win

Hi guys, I have been working hard on trying to keep up with the chapters of this story, but due to health problems that have come up, I will be delaying updating until the beginning of next month. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I will resume with daily updates in the coming month.Thank you to everyone who has read this far.