Semua Bab Cursed by the Alphas: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Alister povOnce I make the decision, I don’t let myself overthink it and storm back home. I walk inside with dirt still under my nails and blood drying on my knuckles, looking nothing like the Alpha’s son I’m supposed to be. The argument with my wolf still echoes in my mind, but I force myself to focus on what’s important rather than a moment of weakness. If nothing else, at least the decision feels as solid as it can be. As I move through the quiet hallway, my legs feel heavy and muscles nearly buzz with the unspent energy, but I focus on my goal before I lose the gall. The door is half open to the office where dad usually sits after he and mom have their arguments. I step inside without knocking and stop near the door, waiting for him to notice me standing there. Dad looks more tired than usual, the piles of paperwork seem to have grown tenfold and when he finally looks up to glance at me, I almost change my mind about what I’m about to ask. “You look like hell, buddy,” he g

Ophelia povI wake up to darkness and pain. Something thick and rough is tied around my wrists, so tight my fingers are going numb. The same type of rope digs into my ankles and holds my legs together. As if that’s not bad enough as it is, a piece of cloth is shoved deep in my mouth, held in place by another strip of fabric that bites into the corners of my lips.Just to add to my misery, a blindfold covers my eyes so I can’t see anything. A wave of panic crushes through me as I realize that I’ve been stripped of the very things that could save me from this mess - the ability to see, scream or move. My heart starts slamming so hard it actually hurts as I try to pull my wrists away from the chair I’m sitting on, but the rope only burns my skin and makes my wrists sting. Out of pure desperation, I try to lift my leg and kick something, but my legs barely move an inch. My breathing turns ragged as I attempt to force myself to calm down and take in the surroundings first. I’m not wea

Alister povAs soon as dad’s threat fully registers with Bree, she starts talking so fast nobody gets a chance to ask a question. She lays out the plan in perfect detail - starting with the clothes she stole for Ophelia, the little mission she went on to find weak spots near the wall and the exact direction she told Ophelia to walk in. “I swear, Alphas, Luna, I swear on my own life and my family’s honor that I don’t know how far she went. I dared to go only a mile from the wall and we separated by the borders with the unclaimed lands. Ophelia promised she’ll come back, she just wanted to be alone and free for a little while before she’s locked down again. I swear I’m telling the truth!” Bree wails and the sound of her cries grates on my nerves nearly as much as Ophelia’s voice usually does. Despite the anger that’s simmering in my veins, I stand aside with my arms crossed and force my face to remain blank. When Bree finishes her pathetic little speech, the room falls completely si

Tate pov Hayes’ been gone for hours.He said he needed a run to clear his head after that endless meeting with the advisors about the border land - even I got bored and pissed after hours of looking at maps and arguing with old dudes, but come on, my brother’s being a little too dramatic here. Hayes walked out looking ready to break something, told me he just needed to burn it off and would be back soon. Yeah, that was a long fucking time ago and the fucker still isn’t back. I can’t believe him sometimes. I worry, honestly, I always have - he’s my twin after all, but I keep my face as straight as possible. If something truly bad happened to him, I’d feel it immediately. We’ve always been like that - our connection never lies and wherever we need each other, the other one just knows. But still, the longer the door stays closed the more worried I grow because there’s always the risk of something going wrong. Before I can overthink anything, I push the odd feeling down and turn my a

Hayes povI shove the front door open so hard it hits the wall with a crack. “Out!” I roar at everyone who’s gathered in the living room with my brother for another useless drinking party. “Everyone get the fuck out! Now!”My voice sounds rough, it’s too loud, almost a snarl. I know my eyes are bloodshot and dry, and I can feel a vein throb on my temple. The whole room goes quiet in an instant - glasses freeze halfway to mouths and the laughing dies like someone cut the sound off with a knife. That someone, apparently, is me. Tate turns to look at me and I immediately hear what he’s thinking. He sees the wild look on my face, tension in my shoulders, hears how hard my breathing is and he doesn’t ask a single question. Instead, he stands from the couch and starts pushing our friends toward the door.“Out,” he barks at the guys. “Party’s over, move, all of you get the fuck out.”Marcus opens his mouth like he wants to complain or make a joke, but Tate doesn’t give him the chance to ma