Todos los capítulos de The cursed alpha's dirty secret : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The abyss yawned like the maw of some ancient god, its edges crumbling as black tendrils dragged my Alphas closer to oblivion. I stood at the precipice, every nerve in my body on fire. The vessel inside me screamed for completion, urging me to step forward and drag them all into the void. The Head Priest’s ashes still drifted on the wind, but the Entity only grew stronger from his death.I refused to let destiny win.Power surged through me, no longer a reluctant flicker but a roaring inferno. I threw my head back and screamed. Emerald light exploded from my core in a blinding column that split the fading blood moon’s glow. Ancient runes etched themselves across my skin in glowing script, permanent and defiant. My messy dark hair whipped around my face as raw energy lifted me slightly off the ground.The bond became my lifeline and my weapon.I poured everything I had into the golden threads connecting us. Every memory, every touch, every knot and claiming. The first terrifying night

Months had passed since the night we broke the Entity’s core. Thornwood no longer felt like a prison of shifting corridors and hungry walls. It had become our home. The decaying gothic estate still carried its dark beauty, but life now bloomed where death once reigned. Vines with deep green leaves climbed the stone walls. Wildflowers pushed through cracks in the courtyard. Even the mist had softened, allowing glimpses of blue sky on clearer days.I stood in the newly restored solar, sunlight warming my skin through the repaired windows. The stone throne where Silas had first claimed me now served as a seat for quiet evenings together. My fingers traced the faint emerald veins on my wrists. They glowed softly whenever I felt strong emotion. A permanent reminder of the vessel I had refused to become.Silas approached from behind, his strong arms circling my waist. The marble veins on his left side and neck caught the light like polished stone inlays. He pressed a kiss to the side of my

A full year had passed since the night we shattered the Entity’s core beneath the blood moon. Thornwood had transformed in ways I once thought impossible. The decaying gothic estate, once a living prison of shifting halls and hungry shadows, now stood as a true sanctuary. Vines heavy with deep purple flowers climbed the stone walls. The grand hall’s cracked windows had been repaired with colored glass that cast rainbow patterns across the floors when the sun hit them just right. The cursed woods beyond the estate had softened. Ancient trees still twisted in dramatic shapes, but their branches no longer reached out like claws. Wild game returned in greater numbers. Flowers bloomed where thorns once ruled.I had changed too.The emerald veins along my collarbones, wrists, and spine no longer felt like a curse. They glowed softly when strong emotions stirred, a beautiful reminder of the power I had claimed as my own. I was no longer the fragile Omega pretending weakness. I was Ashe mate

Five years had passed since the blood moon ritual that nearly ended us all. Thornwood had become legend in the surrounding lands not as a place of horror, but as a sanctuary for those who had broken free from the old Sanctuary’s chains. Travelers sometimes came seeking refuge, and we welcomed the worthy. The gothic estate stood proud, its spires reaching toward skies that were clearer than they had been in centuries. Flowers bloomed along the battlements. The cursed woods had transformed into a wild, beautiful forest teeming with life.I walked the familiar paths with a quiet contentment I had never known in my Sanctuary days.My body carried the full weight of time and power now. The emerald veins along my collarbones, wrists, and spine glowed steadily when I was at peace, which was most days. They no longer burned with the threat of becoming a vessel. They simply were a beautiful, living testament to the choice I had made.Silas walked beside me, tall and commanding as ever. The ma

Fifteen years had passed since the blood moon ritual that reshaped our destinies. Thornwood had become a legend whispered with reverence across the freed lands. No longer a cursed estate hidden in eternal mist, it stood as a thriving sanctuary where broken souls came to heal and Omegas found power instead of chains. The gothic spires gleamed under sunlight that now reached the grounds freely. Gardens overflowed with life. The woods beyond sang with birdsong and the footsteps of our growing pack.I walked the battlements at dusk, the wind carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers. At thirty seven I felt stronger than I had at twenty two. The emerald veins along my collarbones, wrists, and spine glowed with a steady, warm light. They no longer marked me as a vessel. They marked me as survivor, mate, and father.Our family had grown.Elara, now nineteen, had become a force of quiet power. Her emerald glow rivaled my own when she grew passionate about protecting others. She trained daily