บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Cursed Alpha King : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Avery’s Point of ViewAs I bolted out of the garden, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I barely noticed the darkened path ahead of me. My only focus was putting as much distance as possible between myself and the intoxicating presence of Kaiden.But then I collided with something or rather, someone.“Sorry,” I muttered, not even looking up as I tried to keep moving.A firm hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “Wait,” a soft yet familiar voice said.I froze, my heart still racing as the person turned me to face them. My breath hitched the moment I saw her.“Avery?” she gasped, her eyes widening in recognition.It took a moment for my own shock to subside, but as I took in the woman standing before me, realization dawned. “Aliyah?” I whispered, my voice filled with disbelief. “Is it really you?”A wide smile spread across her face as she nodded. “It’s me!”I blinked, momentarily lost for words. Aliyah had been one of the very few people in the Krypta Clan who had ever truly

Avery’s Point of ViewAliyah took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Avery… your father is dead.”The words hit me like a physical blow, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. My grip on her hand tightened as my breath caught in my throat. “What…?” I whispered, the single word filled with disbelief.Aliyah nodded, her own tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry, Avery. I didn’t know how else to tell you.”My vision blurred as the truth sank in, and a deep, gut-wrenching grief overwhelmed me.Even though he had been far from the best father, distant and strict to the point of cruelty at times, he was still my father. The news of his death weighed on me heavily, and I found myself grappling with emotions I didn’t fully understand.Aliyah’s hand remained on mine, offering silent comfort. “Avery,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “I know your relationship with him wasn’t easy and far from the best, but losing a parent… it’s never simple.”I nod

Maya’s Point of ViewThe world seemed to shatter around me.I stumbled back, my knees giving out as I fell to the ground. My breath came in shallow gasps, my vision blurring with disbelief. My mind screamed that this wasn’t real, that it couldn’t be.‘He’s never kissed me’The thought was like poison, seeping through my veins as a bitter memory surfaced.It was months ago, in Kaiden’s chambers. I’d gone there under the pretense of spending the night with him. I’d thought that maybe, finally, we could be closer, that he might see me the way I’d always wanted him to.I had leaned in, my heart racing, desperate for a kiss, a connection. But before our lips could meet, he pushed me away, his expression cold and unyielding.“Don’t.” His voice was harsh, almost cruel. “I don’t want this, Maya.”The sting of rejection had burned, but his next words cut even deeper.“You should leave.”The memory was like a slap in the face, bringing me back to the present. My gaze snapped back to the stables

Kaiden’s Point of ViewI smiled faintly as the memory of the stables played in my mind. Avery’s laughter had been soft, genuine, and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, it was something I couldn’t forget. The feel of her lips on mine sent a wave of warmth through me, making me exhale deeply."You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?," Slade’s voice echoed in my mind, teasing and smug."Not now, Slade," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose."Oh, no, no, no, no. We’re talking about this, you don’t get to shut me out. You kissed her, Kaiden. How does it feel to hold our mate, hmm? To taste her lips?"I groaned, wishing I could shove his voice out of my head. "She’s not our mate."Slade snorted. "Keep telling yourself that, you stubborn fool. That bond you’re feeling? That pull? That’s not just some fling, Kaiden. That’s fate.""It doesn’t matter," I replied sharply. "Even if there’s something there, she’s not marked, and I can’t…..""You’re scared," Slade interrupted, hi

Kaiden’s Point of ViewThe blood surged through my veins like a storm, a relentless tide that threatened to drown me. I could feel it thrumming beneath my skin, pulsing with a dangerous rhythm that demanded destruction. My breaths came in jagged pants, each inhale sharp and painful.I stared down at the broken chair beneath my hands, the splintered wood a reminder of how little control I had left. The curse was winning. The urge to kill, to destroy, clawed at my mind like a beast trying to break free. I knew if I stayed, the pack would be in danger.“I can’t stay here,” I muttered, my voice a low growl. If I stayed, someone in the pack would die. I knew it, and so did the beast clawing at my mind, urging me to let go.I stormed out of the pack house, my feet carrying me into the woods. The towering trees loomed above, their dark silhouettes casting shadows that matched the chaos inside me. The farther I ran, the louder the mantra became, a sinister whisper that grew into a deafening r