All Chapters of The cursed Alpha’s Contract Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AngelI opened the pages and continued from where I stopped.They said the beast was dead.They walked away from the well without looking back, their voices fading into the distance, their fear dissolving into relief as if burying him had erased what he was.And for a long time, there was nothing.No sound.No movement.No breath.The well swallowed everything.The darkness settled.The world moved on.But deep within that darkness, he woke up. At first, it was pain.Not sharp.Not sudden.But everywhere.It lived in his bones, heavy and unrelenting.It clung to his skin like something alive.It filled the air he tried to breathe, thick and suffocating.His body lay twisted at the bottom of the well, half-submerged in cold rainwater, mud clinging to him like a second skin. His chest rose faintly, barely enough to be called life.He tried to move.Nothing answered him.Not his arms.Not his legs.Not even his voice.Above him, the sky was nothing more than a small, distant circle.So f

Angel“Oh please, Rita, stop these stories. They are not true,” Mat said, his voice cutting through the tension and pulling me out of my thoughts.“They are,” Rita insisted, folding her arms across her chest.Mat let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Because your cousin said it’s true?” he teased. “Let me ask you a question, have you ever seen a ghost before?”“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.I gasped softly, turning to look at her.“Really?” Mat asked, raising a brow.“Yes,” she said again, completely serious.“Where?” Mat pressed, clearly amused.“In my dreams.”For a second, there was silence.Then Mat burst out laughing again, louder this time.“I’m so sorry, Rita,” he said between laughs. “You are actually funny. How does that count as seeing it in real life?”Rita rolled her eyes, clearly irritated, but she didn’t back down.“Laugh all you want,” she muttered. “There are things you don’t understand.”Mat waved it off dismissively before turning to me.“Listen to me, Ang

AngelOh, sorry, you’re so full of yourself,” I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “I like that you don’t want anyone to know we’re sisters. I don’t want that either. So you better stay where you belong… that is, if you even get accepted.”A soft laugh slipped out of me as I turned and walked away, not waiting for her response.“Oh mine… I won’t let her steal my moment,” I muttered under my breath.As I stepped into the hallway, my thoughts were still tangled around Sarah and everything she had just said. My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to breathe through it.Then… I saw her.Bianca.She was walking in the opposite direction, her posture stiff, her presence as commanding as ever.“Why do I keep seeing trouble today?” I whispered to myself.Luckily, she didn’t notice me. Or maybe she did, and chose to ignore me. Either way, I didn’t wait to find out. I turned and walked back to the office where Mat and Rita were waiting.Rita looked up immediately. “Do you know the lead m

AngelThe boy walked into the village. Violent. Not wild, no. There was nothing uncontrolled about him. Every step he took was calculated. Measured. Deliberate. His body moved with a quiet, terrifying precision, like something that had learned patience the hard way.But his eyes, they told a different story. Hungry. Not just for food, but for something deeper. Something darker. Anger. Vengeance. The kind that had been buried, fed, and sharpened over time.When the villagers saw him, they froze. For a second. Just one. As if their minds refused to accept what their eyes were seeing. Then, chaos. Screams tore through the air. Sharp. Piercing. People ran. Some stumbled over themselves in panic. Others grabbed their children, pulling them close as they fled.“It’s him!”“The beast!”“He didn’t die!”Voices overlapped. Fear spread faster than fire. And the boy, he didn’t chase. Not immediately. He watched. His red eyes scanning them. Taking them in. Remembering. Then, he moved. Fast. Too f

Angel“Stop the car now!” I screamed. My voice came out louder this time. Sharper. Desperate. But he didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate. If anything, he pressed harder on the accelerator. The car surged forward. Faster.My heart slammed violently against my chest. Think. Think, Angel. Do something. Don’t just sit here. Panic clawed its way up my throat, but I forced myself to move. My hands trembled as I grabbed my bag. My fingers fumbled inside it, searching blindly. Anything. Something. My breath came out uneven, fast, loud. The car swerved slightly as we turned into another unfamiliar road. Everything felt wrong. Too wrong.I pulled out my bag and, without thinking, I swung it hard against the window. The sound cracked through the car. Once. Nothing. Again. Harder. The glass trembled but didn’t break.“Stop it!” the driver snapped.I ignored him. Hit it again. And again. My arm ached, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had to get out. I had to. “Help!” I screamed. “Somebody help me!”