All Chapters of Cursed by the Alphas: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ophelia pov The burn doesn’t ease, even with all four of them pressed against me and the skin to skin contact seems to make it worse, not easier to suffer through.When I come to my senses, the first thing I feel is the sensation of being burned alive inside out. My hands fist into the sheets and a miserable sound, something between a cry and a whimper, leaves me. “Please,” I gasp before I bite my lip until I taste blood on my mouth. “Please, I can’t. It hurts. Make it stop, please, make it stop.”Every word that leaves me makes me sound miserable, but I couldn’t give a single shit about it. Heat isn’t for the weak and I’ve never considered myself weaker than others, but this is a new level of torture. When mom and grandma said it’d hurt, I didn’t think the pain they described would be there because my body is being torn in half. Haves shuffles a little closer and his voice breaks as he talks, but his hand doesn’t even shake as it grabs my thigh. “We’ve got you, just tell us if it’s

Hayes povOphelia’s asleep, which is great because she’s resting and at least we know the worst wave of the heat is long over. If I don’t count the fact that the bloody bed gave out from under all of us, I think I can count the first round as lucky for her and us. Neither of us bothers to leave the room, or her side at that. We don’t speak either, simply keep watch over her because somehow, all of us have understood that right now, fighting and arguing over her will lead us nowhere. Even if one of us wants to say a thing, we whisper because we don’t want to disturb her rest, or worse, wake her up. I don’t even notice the moment Alister gets out of the bed until he’s already standing by the window, looking outside, seemingly deep in thought. The snake bastard finally untangles himself from Ophelia and takes a seat in a chair next to bed, looking like it’s a throne not a cheap seat. Honestly, I don’t know why he even does that since he’s the most cold-blooded bastard of us all and

Alister povWe stand in the hall like four idiots who just got dismissed, which truthfully, we are.Lenox barged into the room, grabbed Ophelia and he’s already leading her away. For the record, he’s also gagging every third step while somehow managing to keep talking, so I’ll give the credit where it’s owed - he has some multitasking skills. Best or possibly worst of all, Ophelia is letting him pull her toward the kitchen and she doesn’t look back even once, which okay, fine, he’s her dad and all that, but come on, look at me, I’m needy too.Hayes’ eyes follow Ophelia’s every step, the other Graves bastard glares at the floor and the snake watches me like I’m the most interesting show this house has seen, yet none of us move to follow after her.“Act normal,” Hayes mutters after a while, eyes still focused on where Lenox dragged away Ophelia.“This is normal,” I tell him as calmly as I can. “He barged in, stole her and we let him.”“There’s a reason why she wanted all of us out of t

Alister pov The living room looks worse than a war council led by nothing but idiots. Hayes sits on the couch with an open notebook on his lap, pages blank, while Tate keeps trying to steal his pen. Cylus is sitting across from them, eyes darting between the twins like he’s actually enjoying the performance and I stand near the window, wondering for about twenty minutes how this became my afternoon.“I think I’ll plan a nice forest walk,” Hayes announces after another stretch of silence. “It’s simple, no pressure to look perfect and intimate. I think that could work the best.” “That sounds like the safe option, last time I checked it also sounds like something that’d get you friend-zoned by your own mate,” Tate adds and snorts out a laugh. I glance at Cylus just as he starts examining his manicures and mutters, “I’ll go for a private dinner in my realm. She should see what she’s walking into. Another plus will be no wolves whatsoever around her.” Hayes snatches the pen back from T

Ophelia pov My second date is with Cylus because Tate backed out of his last moment, claiming his idea wasn’t as good as he first thought and he needs more time to think about it.And, while in my mind it is totally a date since that’s what I asked for, Cylus insists it isn’t. “Dinner,” he repeats for the fifth time just as we reach the gate of his realm. “If you hate it, we can leave.”Cylus doesn’t wait for an answer, snaps a finger and the gate opens. He holds my hand as we step inside and the first thing that I notice is how dark it is here. There are things moving at the edge of the path with scales and too many eyes, but none of them come too close, which is the only reason why I don’t turn around and run for my life. I freeze up when a serpent the size of a horse lifts its head once we get too close, but the eyes focus on Cylus and the next moment, it settles back down like it’s bored. “Friend of yours?” I ask and force out an awkward laugh, pressing myself a little closer t