All Chapters of Cursed Alpha's Plaything: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELIRADarkness shouldn't feel so familiar. Like some kind of kin spirit I've met too many times. My eyes come open too late, I was already groaning, a headache rushing through my skull and banging against it—not like it wants escape, but more like it wants to start a party and doesn't care if I die while it's at it."You're finally awake," Brie says, sounding relieved.I manage to turn my head in the direction of the sound, careful to not move too quickly and send the rush of pain through my skull at a speed that could throw me back into the embrace of unconsciousness. "Hey, Brie," I mutter, coughing when my throat almost tears from the motion.She jumps out of the small wooden stool immediately, reaching for a pitcher to pour me a glass of lemon water. "You shouldn't be talking yet."With a hand under my head, she helps me up and puts the cool glass to my lips. Her hands are steady—probably because she doesn't want me to choke while she's trying to hydrate me—but the rest of her is

ELIRAWhat are you waiting for? Go!As much as I want to stand here and argue with Kael, tell him what a misogynistic asshole he is and how much I hate the very thought of his existence; she's right.The smell of blood flames wafts through the air, informing me of the readiness of all the wolves gathered here—which I realise now are just male—if their growls are not enough of an indicator. "Kael, I...""She shouldn't be doing this, Kael," some male with beautiful features that I would take a long moment to appreciate if I had the time—but I sadly don't—speaks up, drawing my attention to the fact that Kael isn't alone.He's dressed in dark clothes. Fitted gray pants that hug his legs, fitted gray tee that folds over his chest like it's part of his skin, and then a long black coat that's made of expensive leather.The bad boy in books? I'm looking at him right now. The only problem is fear is too close to the surface of... everything, and I can't take the time to ogle him, maybe even

KAELMy mood isn't fucked up. It has gone to hell, and is refusing to return."Alpha," Aaron rushes out as soon as he walks into the den.Every head in the room turns to him, but I tune them out. To say the room is tense would be an understatement three centuries won't be able to beat. We're basically soaking in our own panic, each one for a different reason than the other."Speak," I order, eyes watching the throat of my Beta as it rises and falls with a hard swallow."The brown wolf has been brought back to the courtyard. But... we haven't been able to get him to shift."I know what that means, even though it hasn't been outrightly stated. The brown wolf is dead."Who is 'we'?" I inquire.He swallows again, head dropping slightly like he's about to be scolded for incompetence. I wouldn't ever do that. Especially knowing why exactly he can't force that power free."Seline and I."I arch a brow at him. "You do realize that Seline is latent, right? Surely you don't expect her to force

ELIRA“Let me go!” I yell at no one in particular.Because in reality, no one is holding me back. Both Jake and Brie are standing now, watching me with a mixture of sadness and defeat. But there’s something more in Jake’s gaze. A determination I’ve never seen with him before.“I thought you both had my back.” I throw both hands into the air, a stray tear sliding down my face. “Like I finally had someone on my side. But that isn’t the case, is it? I’m nothing more than an experiment to you.”“That’s not true!” Brie snaps, but Jake stays quiet.She takes quick steps, pushing her brother away and taking his place in front of me. Now that I have the information, it’s difficult to miss the similarity of their features. The almond-shaped eyes that with a permanent squint, lips that are the perfect plump, shaped like an emoji heart and tinted a gorgeous reddish-pink.“Listen to me, Elira. Yes, I fucked up. Yes, I should’ve told you the truth about who I am sooner, but you can’t say I don’t l

KAEL"You never visit the company," Aaron reminds me, eyeing me warily as I slip into the loafers at the foot of my bed.I know I don't owe him an explanation, but I give him one regardless. "My presence is needed today.""We still haven't found out the lady's location," he changes route, voicing another unwanted reminder.My eyes lock on his, my usually calm gaze now swimming with the kind of ice that is venomous. "And sitting around helps that how?"He scratches the back of his head but stays silent. Good. Ignoring him, I slip on my dark jacket, completing the corporate look I don't really care for, and heading for the door. I stop just before I pull it open."For how much longer do you intend to keep it hidden?"I watch his throat bob in a swallow that is undoubtedly hard. "I don't think it's time yet."I don't think it is either. But the reminder is what he needs to hone himself into the very version of him we all need. The very version that can give him back everything that has b