Claimed by the Cursed Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Maria I was overwhelmingly confused as I looked from Frederick to the servants standing around, watching the scene unfold. Frederick cleared his throat and soon the crowd began to disperse. “Right the way please.” He said, forcing a smile like he was trying to convince me that all was well when clearly, it wasn’t. “He doesn’t want me here.” I pointed out, clearly stating the obvious as I followed him out of the throne room and into the hallway. “Can’t I go back home?” I pressed on, my tone dripping with frustration. Frederick shook his head, his smile unwavering. “The alpha king can be quite intimidating sometimes but trust that he’ll come around.” He said, turning a corner. I followed him, not sure if that statement was supposed to make me feel reassured.We stopped in front of a door that had seen better days, half of it eaten away by termites. “This is your room, my lady,” he said. “The King will join you shortly.”My lady….It was the first time anyone had used my actual tit

Maria While I was bawling my eyes out due to the sudden realization that I was trapped once again in this strange place, as a prisoner, the smell of pinewood and lavender filled the air and immediately the guards let go of me and bowed their heads. “My Luna.” The said in unison. I shifted my watery eyes from them to the direction of the peculiar scent. A woman dressed in the finest of silk stood there, her face twisted in a scowl as she looked at me with obvious disdain. She looked quite aged and I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was the stepmother King Jordan spoke about, the one I was to avoid. Frederick finally appeared and alongside him the King, my stomach churned as more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Why is there so much commotion?” She asked, her tone filled with anger as she sized me up. “Who is she?” She continued. Frederick turned to King Jordan, his face etched with uncertainty but the king only looked away and Frederick cleared his throat while I watched him

MariaImmediately Frederick returned his face a mirror of panic and fear. “The king is back, he was supposed to be out for two hours but he’s here…. I don’t know why but he is.” He rambled on. I looked from him to the Luna, unable to move. “Come on, my lady.” He urged, his voice dripping with urgency. I forced myself up and followed him immediately, but as I walked I kept looking over my shoulder at her. My chest tightened when she mouthed the words. “Run.”But how was I supposed to escape? When the last time was futile attempt that landed me in chains. By the time I got back to the room, the scene had replayed over and over in my head and each time, I got even more confused. The genuine look of fear in her eyes. A beast? Cursed? Of course I suspected it but having my suspicions confirmed scared me more than it satisfied me. Perhaps that was why he told me to avoid her, because she knew the truth about him. I was too stunned to even fight back while Frederick tied me back up wit

Baylor’s POVI paced across the rug spanning my bedroom floor and checked the grandfather clock standing by the wardrobe. The hour hand crept past midnight. Ariana usually returned from the lower levels before the watch changed, but her side of the bed remained empty. I crossed the room and peered out the window into the courtyard below. The guards stood at their posts, wrapped in thick furs to fight the frost and there was no sign of her approaching the main hall.“Where are you?” I muttered to the empty room.I turned away from the glass and unbuttoned my collar. My nerves were already stretched tight from the argument with my father and waiting for Ariana only made the tension worse. If she decided to spend the night gossiping with the handmaidens, I was not going to waste my time waiting up for her. I kicked off my boots and crawled under the covers, resting my head against the pillow. Sleep refused to claim me easily. I tossed and turned for hours, drifting into fractured dream

Liana’s POVMy breath hitched as I moved over Drogo, matching the steady, driving rhythm of his hips beneath mine. His hands gripped my waist, his thumbs pressing into my skin as the heat between us built toward a breaking point. I arched my back and tangled my fingers in his dark hair, chasing that final, breathless edge we were both seconds away from crossing. The war and the winter cold vanished, leaving only the warmth of his skin and the fierce connection burning through our mate bond.A sharp knock echoed against the bedroom door and shattered the quiet intimacy of the room.I dropped my forehead against Drogo’s shoulder and groaned into his neck. “Ignore it. Let whoever it is go away and bother someone else.”Drogo let out a frustrated sigh and traced a warm path down my spine with his fingertips. “You know I cannot do that, Liana. Not with Carl’s army sitting on our borders and the council breathing down our necks.”He lifted me off him gently and slid out of the bed, reachin