Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cursed by the Alphas: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Ophelia povWhen I wake up, I’m too hot, covered in sweat and there’s an arm wrapped around my waist. My eyes snap open and I jolt to look over my shoulder. I come face to face with Alister, who looks far too pleased with himself. A groan slips past my lips, which only makes him grin even wider, “are you kidding me?” I hiss.Alister completely ignores my words, grins a little wider and grumbles, “good morning, beautiful.” “Did you seriously sneak into my room while I was asleep?” I ask, even though the question is useless because the answer is very clear. “Yep,” he says with a shrug, no regret whatsoever in his voice. Just as I’m about to snap at him that sleeping in one bed was never the deal, he keeps talking, “I couldn’t sleep without you. I tried, I really did, but I kept twisting and turning for over two hours until eventually, I gave in and came here.” I turn in his arms and shove his shoulder but that does nothing. “This is exactly what I tried to avoid. I don’t want to jum

Lenox povI’m already halfway to the tree line with a spoon hidden in my pocket and a silly song playing in my head when a loud, frantic voice stops me in my tracks. “Director!”For a second there, I consider stopping, but then I remember the plans I have and decide against it. It’s not often I can sneak away from Sarah unnoticed so I rather not stop before she catches me. Just as I step into the forest, Ragh crashes out of a bush behind me. “I’m busy,” I say without looking back, “this is my sacred cardio - me, the woods and some mild crime. Go do whatever demons do during broad daylight.”Ragh starts sputtering some nonsense, most of which I don’t even understand, so with a loud groan, I stop and turn on my heel to face him. “What?” I ask, arms crossed. “The little blonde one,” he says, smile so wide I see far too many teeth.I arch an eyebrow, “Bree?” “Yes, Bree, the little blonde one - mine.” He says and rushes to stand right in front of me, still smiling too wide. “Wait,” I

Ophelia povIt’s been almost a week since Ragh asked me how to look less like a nightmare and actually get closer to Bree. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d listen, but to my shock, or maybe horror, he did. I’ve settled in the kitchen, near the window, from where I can see them both. Ragh has settled down on the grass, once again sitting far enough from her to make it seem one of them might be sick with something terribly contagious. But, at least today, he’s not wearing that dreadful pink tutu. I thank the Goddess for that small mercy. Ragh has changed a whole lot - he’s keeping his hands in his pockets and every time he leans forward, he catches himself and fixes the distance again.On the other hand, Bree still looks like she’s ready to bolt even though she hasn’t tried to even once, which is new for her.I could sit here and watch them both get to know each other for days on end, but my life doesn’t stop and unfortunately, it’s far more complicated than what they’re going through.

Ophelia povI wake up to a hand on my breast, kneading the flesh greedily. A thumb drags over my nipple until it hardens and a sound slips out of me before my brain fully catches up to what’s going on. “Alister,” I whisper because clearly, my brain, even half asleep, recognizes him. “Yeah,” he mutters against the back of my neck, “that’s right, baby, say my name again.”He’s flush to my back, hard as hell, cock pressed to my ass so close I can feel every vein though the thin shorts I wore to bed. While his hand still works my breast, his other hand slips under the waistband of my shots and cups my pussy. I should shove him off and throw him out of my room, but instead, I arch into his touch. “You sneaky bastard,” I breathe out.“You sleep better when I’m here.” He whispers and traces open mouthed kisses down my neck, biting gently and running his tongue over the area immediately. “Also, you get wet when I’m laying next to you. Don’t even think about lying, we both know I’m right.”

Hayes povI’ve been sitting here, gripping the phone and staring at it for hours. Every time I want to press the call button, I talk myself out of it, so when I finally tap the screen I don’t let myself hang up. Ophelia picks up on the fourth ring, much later than usual and I hate that I notice the detail. “Hayes.”Of course, what did I expect? This is how it is - she greets me with my name, no warmth in her voice, but also not cold enough to push me away, yet plenty to remind me where I stand.I remain sitting on the edge of my bed and stare at the floor. “Hey.”“Are you okay?” She asks and for a second there, my heart beats just a little faster because the words feed my delusion that she might care, if only a little.“No,” I mutter after a long moment, “that’s probably why I called, but I’m not calling to ask you to fix me.”Ophelia falls silent, almost as if she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Honestly, I’m not surprised - she’s been doing that more lately, just letting me