All Chapters of Crowned By His Curse: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

– ELIRA –There was blood everywhere, on my hands, on the floor. It kept falling from the cuts where I had gripped the glass too hard.“Stupid bitch.”Garrick didn’t even turn to look at me when he said it. He just walked away like I meant nothing, like he always did. He never cared.I sat there on the bathroom floor for I don't know how long, tears dripping down my eyes. Maybe an hour, maybe more. The cuts stung but I didn't care anymore, I'm used to it. It has been two years of this shit and I was done caring about everything except one thing.The baby.Three days ago I'd thrown up all over the marble sink and knew, I just knew, I didn't even need the test but I took it anyway to make it certain. It turns out to be two pink lines staring back at me like some kind of miracle I didn't deserve.For the first time in forever I'd smiled, not that fake bullshit I wore at pack meetings when everyone watched us play happy couple, this was real.I thought maybe things would change, maybe he'

– ELIRA –"Get up, bitch!"Cold water hit my face, I gasped and opened my eyes. Standing before me were two huge guards standing over me, one held an empty bucket."Time to meet your new master, your new Alpha" the other one said. He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet.I was in chains, heavy iron around my wrists and ankles. My whole body hurts. Someone had changed my clothes, now, I wore rough gray rags that scratched my skin."Move!" The first guard shoved me forward.My legs shook, I could barely walk, but they dragged me anyway.We went through a dark stone hall. This place felt evil.They threw me into a big room, and I hit the floor hard. My knees cracked against stone."The trespasser, my lord," one guard said.I looked up and forgot how to breathe.He was huge, seven feet tall at least. He had a black hair, his skin so pale it was almost white. And his eyes... God, his eyes were silver and they glowed in the dark.That was no other than Alpha King Kael Draven.He walked a

Elira’s POV“Hold it like this,” I whispered to myself as I stood at the edge of the dark courtyard, copying the way I had seen one of the guards grip his sword earlier that evening. “Keep your feet apart and don't lose your balance.” I tightened my fingers around the wooden stick I had found behind the training shed and took a slow breath before stepping forward.The courtyard was almost empty at this hour, with only a few torches burning along the stone walls and the distant sound of guards changing shifts near the main gate. I had waited several nights before finally deciding to try this, watching from the shadows whenever the soldiers trained. I didn't have a wolf, supernatural strength, or anything else that could make me dangerous, so if I wanted to survive, I needed to learn how to fight with what I had.I raised the stick and copied the first movement I had memorized, swinging it toward an imaginary opponent before stepping backward. My foot caught on a loose stone, and I fel

Elira’s POVI barely slept after discovering the parchment, and when morning finally came, I was still lying awake beneath my thin blanket, staring at the ceiling while the same name kept circling through my mind. I had spent most of the night trying to convince myself that there had to be another explanation, that perhaps the warrior's name had appeared on Marcus's list for a reason that had nothing to do with betrayal. I couldn't simply accuse someone because I had found his name among suspicious markings, especially when I didn't understand what every name on the parchment represented.Before leaving my room, I carefully folded the parchment and hid it beneath the loose wooden board under my bed, checking twice to make sure it was completely concealed. I knew better than to carry it around with me, and I certainly wasn't foolish enough to confront the warrior whose name had frightened me.If he truly was involved with Marcus, confronting him would immediately expose the fact that