Todos los capítulos de Cursed by the Alphas: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lenox povPlanning a perfect ceremony for my spawn is boring as hell when other people are allowed to have opinions, so I stopped letting them have opinions, obviously.I’ve been doing this smart - leaving the house only late at night, early in the morning, or whenever my hot-ass woman is busy yelling at someone else. The official plans, which I obviously stole a peek at, look like a funeral, not a goddamn party. Imagine white flowers, soft music, speeches from maggots that have outlived everyone and all that bullshit. My daughter is supposed to stand on a small platform and look pure while everyone stares at her like she’s about to hatch.Hell to the fucking no if I have anything to do with it - ain’t no way anyone’s treating my Optimus like some hatchling, she ain’t a fucking egg. So, here I am, kicking the door to the old storage barn open and dropping yet another box on the floor. Ragh is already inside, crouched over a pile of fireworks I found behind the store but told him we

Unknown povThe estate is dark, but I know nobody’s asleep. It’s far too early for the servants to head to their bedrooms and rest. Which is exactly why when I call for Augustus, the butler arrives nearly immediately. Once he closes the door behind him and my study goes completely silent, I nod at him to sit down. Augustus is not one for dramatics or show, which I appreciate more than I’m willing to mention out loud, so the man simply follows the silent command. “Do we have any updates?” I ask after a long pause, my eyes still skimming over the paperwork in my hands. “Not much, my Lord,” Augustus stammers and when I look up at the man, I can actually see some sweat heading on his forehead. “Just a couple of whispers here and there.” “What aren’t you telling me, Augustus? You appear rather shaken. What’s the matter?” I say, set down the paperwork and turn my full attention to him, one eyebrow arched. “Well,” he drags out and starts fidgeting with his fingers in his lap like some

Ophelia pov After Ragh sent me and Alister away from that barn, neither of us wanted to give up and stand down. The problem, however, is that as soon as that demonic traitor told dad that we were sniffing around the barn, dad upped the security on his secrets. My ceremony is only a day away and while mom thinks I’m busy choosing dresses and writing a speech, I’m actually hiding. Okay, hiding is a rather interesting argument, because that’s not entirely true. I’m only half hidden, up in a tree, sitting on a branch across from Alister. “We’ve been here for hours,” I finally drag out and lean against the tree, “my butt hurts from sitting here. Do you see any interesting movement?” Alister turns to sign to me, “no, they’re being extra careful now. Lenox hasn’t left the barn for hours and Ragh just carried in a bunch of leaves. They won’t do anything in the daylight anymore.” “So why are we camping on a tree, again?” I ask and lean a little closer to whisper, “if mom finds me here i

Ophelia povIs it too soon to admit I’m a coward and I have no idea how I’m supposed to react to any of this? No, I don’t think so. My dad, my actual father, is fighting a bear monster, laughing as he does, while I stand rooted on the spot, back pressed against the tree as if I could merge with the goddamn thing. Worst of all, my body is refusing to move. I mean, I’m trying to, but my limbs simply won’t work, regardless of how hard I try. The scene before me turns into a circus - a monster that’s attacking, trying to strike dad with claws that look like they might rip bodies in half and then there’s my dad, who’s taunting the beast while avoiding every strike. I push my back against the tree harder, unable to look away. There’s blood, a lot of blood, some of it even splashes over my face, but even that doesn’t force me to move for an inch. “Optimus, look, I’ll show you a magic trick!” Dad suddenly shouts, right before he grabs one of the forks from his belt and jabs it into the

Unknown povThe road to the Vincent territory takes far too much time, but that’s okay, I’m a patient man when it comes to things worth waiting for. And, so it happens, Ophelia Vincent is someone I don’t mind waiting for either. We arrive at the border late in the evening and while I understand the importance of safety, what I absolutely refuse to tolerate is being treated like some lowly peasant. Clearly, the celebration started a while ago - I can see colorful light beams in the distance and even from this far away, I can hear loud cheers. “Great,” I groan and run a hand down my face, “they’re a pack of savages. Just what I needed today.” “My Lord,” Augustus mutters quietly and clears his throat. “Perhaps we should turn around and return another day? I don’t mean disrespect and I would never dare to question your decisions, but this place doesn’t seem like somewhere you’d like to be in.”I turn my head to glare at him, “you say you don’t question my decisions, yet still do it?