All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha King's Forbidden Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zayden's POV Heat exploded across my chest. It was sudden, violent, and far worse than anything it had ever done to me before. It wasn’t the usual low pulse or unwanted warmth. It felt like someone had pressed a heated brand straight into my heart and held it there. My knees almost gave out. The pain tore through my ribs, quick and consuming. One of my hands started shaking, then the other one. Why the hell is the Veilbrand acting up? A rough sound tore from my throat as pressure built behind my teeth and under my nails. My fangs forced themselves down without permission. My claws pushed through my fingertips in an insanely painful, uncontrolled shift. My vision blurred. For a moment it felt like my heart was actually on fire, like the mark was trying to burn its way out of my chest. I staggered back a step from the bed, my breath coming harshly. This had never happened before. It was burning as if the Veilbrand was punishing me from what I did to the girl. By the time I reach

Zayden’s POV After the Veilbrand whispered that the human was my mate, I dismissed it the way I always did. I had learned not to ever believe its nonsense the hard way. If she were my mate, my wolf would have recognized her. She had been in my territory for four good days. And I've felt absolutely nothing. No pull, no shift in instinct. Even a delayed bond would have left some trace by now. But ever since the word mate left that cursed voice, I had been restless. I knew it wasn’t my wolf. It was the Veilbrand digging under my skin again, twisting my focus, pushing emotions that didn’t belong to me. It had taken years to learn the difference between my wolf’s instincts and the mark’s interference. The Veilbrand could mimic restlessness well enough to fool me if I wasn’t careful. I was still deciding whether to check on her when Kael walked into my study holding a tablet. “I looked into the name the human mentioned,” he said. “You need to see this.” He set the tablet on my

Zayden’s POVRhett stood in my doorway with the human in his arms. For a second, the picture was wrong in a way I couldn’t immediately name. Her arm was around his shoulder, his hand under her knees, and the way her body settled against him like she had already decided he was safe. A stranger looking in might have mistaken them for something else.I didn’t like it. Even worse, I didn’t like that I didn’t like it.I knew the reaction was not mine. It was the Veilbrand pressing on old instincts again. The mark was so pleased and attentive to her presence under my ribs. Its influence on me was getting stronger and harder to control.“Will you move aside?” Rhett said, still smiling. “I’ll take her in.”“Put her down.”He blinked. “The stairs were too much for her leg. I didn’t want her wound opening again before she can-”“Put her down,” I repeated. “And go get some warm water.”Rhett’s brows lifted slightly. “Let me take her in first.”‘Look at you,’ the Veilbrand murmured, laughter cur

Zayden’s POV I should have gone downstairs. Instead I stayed by the window, my elbows resting on the windowsill, staring at nothing in particular while the bathroom door stayed shut. I heard every sound behind the door too clearly. How the water sloshed around, the soft sound of her breathing, occasional cursing, everything. I told myself I remained because she was injured and unpredictable. It wasn’t a good idea leaving her by herself considering she had already tried to harm herself once. And I didn't want to go through the stress of disposing a dead body. The Veilbrand was quiet for once, which in a way was worse than its mockery. Then I heard her footsteps, light and careful. The bathroom door opened shortly and she stepped out wrapped in my robe which was too large on her. The hem nearly reached her ankles, and her hands had disappeared into the sleeves. Water still clung to her skin at the collarbone and temple, and her hair was still moist, darker than before. S

Yvaine’s POVI rolled in my sleep and felt something soft beneath me, which shouldn't be. Soft? No.My hand moved across the surface under me, and it felt like I was on a mattress. The wrongness of it pulled harder until my eyes opened to a familiar brown ceiling, not the washed out blue of early sky.The cottage?For a long second I thought I was still dreaming, because of all the places my mind could conjure, why would it drag me back here?I tried to sit up, but something pulled my left hand.My eyes dropped to my side, there was a figure on a stool beside the bed, head resting near my hip, fingers firmly closed around mine. I quickly recognized the thick raven hair, the broad shoulders. Zayden?What the hell?I leaned closer, thinking maybe I wasn't seeing well enough from the distance. His eyes opened at the same time mine focused on his face. I jerked back hard, yanking my hand free. My shoulders hit the headboard, and the back of my head knocked against wood. Pain flared sharp