All Chapters of I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I don’t know what to feel after what he just said. The only thing I know is that I need to stay calm.My heart is beating too hard, and I force myself to breathe slowly, praying he doesn’t notice. If he hears how badly my pulse is racing, he might realize I’m hiding something.Not when I still don’t know if I’m safe.Questions keep piling up in my head, one after another.If Damon has a son… then why make me his Luna?What exactly is Katrina to him?And what were his real intentions from the beginning?The thought alone makes my chest tighten.Because somehow, against all logic, against every warning sign screaming in my head, I started feeling something for him.He notices things other people ignore. The quiet moments. The parts of me I try to hide.Even with Alpha Aiden constantly finding ways to throw my thoughts into chaos, even with the confusion he brings every single time he shows up, Damon somehow became steady.Or at least… I thought he was.Slowly, Damon turns towards me, un

It has been three long, miserable days since they locked me in the dungeon. The place feels like something pulled straight out of a nightmare. Cold stone walls surround me, damp with moisture that makes the air smell old and rotten. Water drips somewhere in the distance. There is a tiny window high above barely letting in any light, leaving the dungeon buried in shadows.At night, it gets worse. The silence didn't stay silent for long.Chains rattle from empty cells whenever the wind slips through the narrow halls. Sometimes I hear footsteps that didn't come closer. Other times, I hear distant screams echoing through the walls, making me wonder if they are real or just my imagination.My eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness.The floor is hard and freezing. The thin blanket they give me does nothing to keep the cold from sinking into my bones.Most nights, I cry myself to sleep. Other nights, I stare into the darkness and try not to think.But I can't stop thinking. My life turn

Everything had already been set in motion long before now. We needed the blood of the first bloodline to save our son. That plan had been clear from the beginning. Simple. Ruthless. Then that bastard Aiden ruined everything the moment he marked my little viper. And somehow, somewhere along the way, I ruined everything too. Because the moment I saw Vera, something shifted inside me. Maybe it was the way she walked through the halls with quiet grace, like royalty hidden beneath worn clothes, even without knowing who she truly was. Or the way she spoke so softly, yet somehow people stopped and listened. Even the hardest warriors lowered their voices around her. Men noticed her. Hell, everyone noticed her. She carried something I couldn't explain. Something that pulled people closer without her even trying. But me? I was gone long before I realized it. At first, I thought it was curiosity. A passing distraction. I told myself the feeling would disappear once reality s

The moment the words leave Alpha Damon’s mouth, my heart stutters so hard it feels like it stops beating altogether. ‘Kill her.’ The room tilts for a second, and I almost lose balance where I kneel. No. I will not beg. I have begged enough in this life. Slowly, I turn my head and see Katrina sitting there, shock flashing across her face for only a second before a smile spreads across it, wide and satisfied, like every prayer she ever made has finally been answered. A warrior steps forward, with a massive sword in his hand, and the reality settles heavily in my chest. He is really going to kill me. Strangely, a part of me feels tired of fighting. Tired of being pushed around like I belong to everyone except myself. Tired of making the wrong choices, especially the one that brought me to Alpha Damon’s pack in the first place. Tired of being caught in a bond with Alpha Aiden, a man I want to hate but somehow still cannot escape. Yet beneath all that exhaustion, something

The moment those words leave her mouth, something inside me cracks. My wolf lets out a low, painful growl in my head, restless and wounded in a way I have never felt before. The look in her eyes hits harder than any blade ever could. Hate. Hurt. Betrayal. And the worst part is knowing I deserve every bit of it. How do I explain that back then, I didn’t know she was my mate? That even before I knew, something about her always made me lose control? The moment she walked into a room, my thoughts stopped making sense. I fought it. Fought her. And still, somehow, she became the only thing I could think about. I know I have a lot to make up for. Maybe more than she will ever forgive. But standing here, watching her look at me like I am the enemy, I realize I would burn the whole damn world down if that was what it took to make her believe I would never let anyone hurt her again. The thought of Damon alone makes rage twist in my chest. That bastard had the nerve to touch her, to