All Chapters of Destined to Save the Cursed Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ANAIYAHSilver Crest felt different. Guards doubled near every entrance, warriors watched corridors, and servants lowered their voices whenever I approached.I heard two guards speaking beside the eastern stairwell. One mentioned an Alpha withdrawing from negotiations because he considered me dangerous. Another muttered about surrendered Luna and broken treaties.Guilt tightened my throat.'You are not a burden,' Lunara reminded me.I wasn't ready to believe her.A folded report rested outside Nikolai's study. I picked it up, then read the list of losses before entering.Several territories delayed treaties. Red Vale withdrew a trade agreement. Another Alpha recalled his emissaries. One demanded proof that I wasn't a danger to neighboring packs.The last line requested my surrender to neutral protection.My stomach twisted.Footsteps approached. I entered the empty study and spread the papers across Nikolai's desk.He came through the door, saw the reports, and stopped."How much have

ANAIYAHThe first explosion shook Silver Crest before anyone explained the attack. Dust fell from the ceiling, and distant howls swallowed the pack's normal morning sounds.Guards rushed through the corridor, ordering residents toward the inner compound. Their voices overlapped with shouting outside, metal striking metal, and wolves snarling beyond the walls.Lunara rose sharply inside me.'Breach.'Another impact rocked the building. A guard stumbled through the doorway, blood running down his neck."They breached the eastern wall!"Nikolai appeared behind him with Orion and several armed warriors. His expression stayed cold, but tension pulled his shoulders tight."Stay inside the protected section," he ordered.I stepped into his path. "You tell me I'm powerful enough to change the supernatural balance, then lock me in a room whenever danger appears?""Stay here, Anaiyah."The command struck old wounds. Before I could answer, another explosion thundered outside.Nikolai turned and

NIKOLAII stood beside Anaiyah’s infirmary bed, refusing to leave.The healers had treated her obvious injuries, but that wasn’t enough. Her pulse had weakened twice after I carried her from the battlefield, and both times every healer in the room had looked toward me before admitting they had no explanation.“Why did she collapse?” I demanded. “What happened to her pulse? Could the power have damaged her organs? Could it have burned through something she needs to recover?”The oldest healer checked her breathing again, then examined the faint silver lines lingering near her wrists. “Her body is exhausted. Her muscles are strained, her energy reserves are dangerously depleted, and her healing is working slower than normal.”“Permanent damage?”“None that we can identify.”That answer didn’t reassure me. Power that nearly killed its wielder wasn’t a gift. It was a weapon with a price, and Anaiyah had paid that price in blood, breath, and consciousness.I stared at her pale face and rem

NIKOLAIThe healer released Anaiyah before noon, after checking her pulse three times and warning her to rest.Anaiyah nodded politely, waited until the healer turned away, and reached for her boots.“No,” I told her.She looked up. “That wasn’t directed at you.”“It was obvious.”“I’m going home.”“You’re going to our chambers. There’s a difference."Her eyes narrowed. “You’re already fussing. We haven’t even left the infirmary."The healer handed me a list. “No training today. No long walks. No council meetings. No sparring. No strenuous activity. She needs food, fluids, and sleep.”Anaiyah folded her arms. “I can hear you both plotting my imprisonment.”“I’m following medical instructions,” I replied.“You’re enjoying them.”“I’m enjoying you being alive.”Her mouth opened, then closed. The healer hid a smile.I lifted Anaiyah before she could argue. She grabbed my shoulders with a startled sound.“I can walk.”“You can also rest.”“I have legs.”“You’re not using them.”She glared

ANAIYAHI left the main hall carrying the council’s tension beneath my skin. Voices drifted through a nearby strategy room, and the door stood open enough for every word to reach me.Several visiting Alphas discussed Nikolai in low voices.“Even the legendary Dravenmoor has developed a weakness.”“His weakness has a name.”Anaiyah.I stopped beside the wall.“The Moonblood girl. The Luna. The thing he’ll protect at any cost.”Another voice chuckled. “If we can’t defeat Nikolai directly, we make him choose between his territory and his mate.”I walked away before they noticed me listening.Their words followed through every corridor. For years, people had decided what I was: Omega, traitor’s daughter, burden, disposable servant. Now, powerful Alphas called me dangerous to Nikolai.The distinction mattered.I had started relying on Nikolai’s strength because his protection felt safe. But if every enemy knew I was the easiest way to hurt him, hiding behind him would never keep either of