All Chapters of Her Cursed Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wendy’s POV“You met with him, didn’t you?”Though Desmond’s expression has gone completely stoic, I get the sense there are rapid calculations being made beneath the impenetrable surface. I don’t understand why he’s gone cold, but I feel it like a gust of frigid wind as a door shuts. “You were the last entry in his planner. And now ever since he left home, he hasn’t replied to any of my texts or calls…”“He’s safe.”For the first time in a week, hope and relief lighten my heart.“You know where he is?”“Like I said, he’s safe.”“Can you take me to him?”His shoulders go rigid, and that unreadable expression doesn’t budge, but I feel the temperature in the room drop. “No.”“Do you know where I can find him, then?”“Yes. But you can’t see him.”I blink in confusion. “Why?”His hand tightens on my hip. “How much do you know about your father’s invention?”“His latest one you mean? Not much, other than he’s been working on it pretty obsessively for the past few months.”His lips press

Wendy’s POVI swallow. I should have known it wouldn't be that simple.“What else?” “You’re a flight risk. You will stay at Dom Volka, where I can keep an eye on you.”“What’s Dom Volka?”“It’s the–let’s call it the fortress of my pack.” “Is that where you took me last night?” To sleep in your bed. To hold me all night long like we were lovers and wake me in the morning with your hand on my–“Yes.” There's no more warmth or tenderness in his gaze, only an icy certainty. He steps away from me and goes to the window, looking out into the redwoods beyond. "You’ll live under my roof. Under my protection. Which means under my rule.”The floor feels suddenly unsteady beneath me. “You’re making me your prisoner?”“You’ll be my guest. In a manner of speaking.” A muscle feathers in his jaw, right where the deepest scar tracks. “Pack rules prevent any human who isn’t a wolf’s mate from living there.”I cross my arms, unconsciously shielding myself against this cold, remote version of him. “S

Wendy’s POVI stare at the same structure I left earlier this morning. Dom Volka, he called it. I looked up the name on my phone. It translates to Wolf’s House. Of course. It feels like a lifetime ago that Desmond gave me a ride back to my car. It seems now it was another man entirely who was kissing me, looking at me tenderly, who wanted to take me on a date.First date: dinner.Second date: hostage exchange. I feel like such an idiot. Before coming back to Dom Volka, I had to endure the humiliation of Desmond following me back to the motel, getting my bag from the room, and having him watch over me like a bountyhunter with his quarry. I followed him back up the long, winding road to this place, the sense of deja vu almost overwhelming. Not in a million years would I have imagined that he’d be keeping my own father prisoner in the same building I’d just been in. I keep looking at the building, trying to figure out where the holding cell might be. There’s nothing from the outs

Wendy’s POVThe same sense of panic starts to bubble up inside me, but this time I get it under control by myself. Instead of succumbing to it, I manage to think. Maybe wolf packs are supposed to be savage, dangerous places. But nothing about that moment with the children fits that picture. It was the complete opposite, startling in its warmth and joy. Nothing about it suggests a den of bloodthirsty monsters. “Is that what you did?” I ask. “‘Commanded’ me?”“I told you to relax, so you did.” He frowns. “More… wholeheartedly than I anticipated.” No kidding. I snuggled against him. Gazed at him with what I suspect was a look of adoration.Whole-hearted indeed. It makes me think of what Dad called his subjects who had an exceptional response to an implant: “super responders.” That must be what I am to Desmond's subconscious commands. My skin still tingles where he touched my lower back, nerves buzzing with phantom heat.I walk away from him, focusing my gaze out the window. The red

Wendy’s POVEven though I know it’s pure cowardice, I spend the rest of the day hiding out in Desmond’s suite. I was shocked when he said I could leave this room, but I suppose I’m no threat to him, so there’s no sense in keeping me locked up. Unlike Dad. I called him as soon as Desmond left. No answer. Texted him. No answer. I wish I could say that was unusual, but it’s not. Dad gets too wrapped up in his own life to remember to return texts or missed calls. But finally, on the third phone call in as many hours, he picks up.“Hi, honey.”I sag with relief. There was a subconscious part of me that expected to never hear him again, or at least expected to hear him sounding broken and hurt.Instead, he sounds normal. Almost insultingly so. As if he hadn’t just disappeared for a week, and left me to chase after him. He could have called me to let me know he was okay at any point the last few hours alone. “Are you okay, Dad? Did they mistreat you?”“I’m fine. The worst part was the bo