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Chapter 29: Beast Beneath the Flame
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Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 30: Thorns Among Us
LYRAShe didn’t sleep the next night.Not really.Even with Ronan beside her, arms locked tight around her waist like a promise, her body buzzed with the memory of the fire.The thing she’d become in the forest.The lives she’d ended.The power that had felt less like a weapon and more like a second soul.And beneath it all…The truth clawed against her ribs.Someone inside the camp had sent those rogues.They’d gotten past every ward, every sentry.They hadn’t just known where Miren would sleep.They knew when to strike.⸻RONANHe smelled it before she spoke.The shift in her breath.The way she moved her fingers—slow, sharp, precise—as she poured over maps and camp rosters.She was hunting something.“Talk to me,” he said.She didn’t look up. “We have a traitor.”He nodded once.“I’ll find them.”“No,” she said sharply. “We will.”Her eyes locked onto his, molten and unreadable.“Because whoever they are, they didn’t just try to kill Miren.”Her voice dropped.“They tried to destro
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 31: Quiet Before the Burn
LYRAThe camp felt quieter after Caelin’s exile.But not safer.Trust had cracked, not shattered—but it left a spiderweb fracture across everything.Miren walked with a limp now. Fane slept with his blade under his pillow. Even Veira, who barely trusted shadows, had taken to standing outside Lyra’s tent at night like a statue carved from suspicion.And Lyra?She tried to rebuild what had been broken.But she couldn’t rebuild blind.That’s why she slipped into Caelin’s tent alone.And found the letters.⸻RONANHe smelled her fury before she stepped out of the canvas.It wasn’t the usual flare of flame that curled in her skin when she was angry. It was cold.Controlled.The kind of rage that could plan assassinations with the same grace she once used to braid her hair.“What did you find?” he asked, falling into step beside her.She didn’t answer. Just handed him one of the notes.Old parchment. Tribunal wax seal.But not addressed to Caelin.Addressed to her.Orders.Threats.A price
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 32: The Hollow Gift
LYRAThey arrived without warning.No drums.No banners.No declaration of war.Just a single, polished black carriage pulled by twin white stags, gliding through the mist like a vision from a cursed fairytale.No guards.No riders.Only a scroll tied in crimson ribbon, placed carefully on the carriage seat, as though it had been meant for her hands all along.The wolves flanked it at a distance, hackles raised.Fane growled low. “It’s a trap.”Veira’s blade gleamed in the morning light. “Or a distraction.”Lyra just stared at it.Because she already knew: it was both.⸻RONANHe watched her approach the carriage, every step measured, every breath silent.The camp held its breath with her.He didn’t stop her—couldn’t.Because this wasn’t just a message from the Tribunal.This was the game they were playing now.Psychological. Elegant. Bloody beneath the silk.He shifted slightly behind her, scenting for poison, for magic, for wrongness.The air was clean.Too clean.That’s when he saw
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 33: Blood on the wind
LYRAThe scent of iron hit her first.Not the distant tang of training blades or battlefield scars.Fresh blood.Wrong blood.And then—Veira’s voice, sharp and panicked, split the quiet dawn.“LYRA, DOWN!”She dropped instinctively, and the arrow sliced past her cheek, embedding in the post behind her with a thunk that sounded far too final.Poisoned.The black fletching and acrid stench said it all.Someone had just tried to kill her in her own damn war camp.And they almost succeeded.⸻RONANHe was already running.The bond flared hot and wild, not in pain—but in fear.He pushed past startled guards, scenting the air for that slick rot of Tribunal poison, his wolf barely caged beneath his skin.He found her crouched behind the pillar of the war tent, blood on her cheek, sword drawn.Alive.But barely.Her eyes met his, wide and burning.“He was inside the perimeter.”Ronan’s breath caught.Not an outsider.An insider.⸻LYRAShe gave chase before Ronan could stop her.The scent tra
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 34: Night before the burn
LYRAThe camp buzzed like a living thing.Steel sharpened, armor fitted, old grudges aired in low voices under flickering torchlight. Everyone preparing, expecting, waiting.Tomorrow, they’d march. Bleed. Burn.Tonight—was hers.The tent was silent when she stepped inside, but Ronan was already there, leaning over the map table, shirt discarded, muscles tense beneath old scars and fresh strain. The flickering lantern cast him in shadow and gold, and for a moment, she just watched.“You’re brooding,” she said softly.He didn’t look up. “I’m planning.”“You’re worrying.” She moved closer. “And I know the difference.”He turned then—slowly. Eyes burning.“So are you.”⸻RONANShe was radiant in warlight. Wild. Exhausted. Alive.He didn’t reach for her immediately.But the air between them shimmered with need—not just lust, but that gnawing ache only soul-deep things could stir. The kind that whispered: This could be the last.“I don’t want to sleep tonight,” she said, voice lower now, th
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 35: Ashes and Oaths
LYRAThe battlefield stretched like a wound beneath the sky.The Tribunal’s mountain stronghold loomed ahead—cold and jagged, cloaked in blood-soaked mist. This place wasn’t just defended by magic. It was magic—older than most could remember, carved from bone and shadow.Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the approach, wind tangling her hair, steel glinting on her back. Her wolves waited in tense, deadly silence. Some shifted, some clothed, all ready to kill.Ronin stood to her left, the bond humming like a live wire between them.She lifted her sword and pointed forward.“Burn it.”⸻RONANThe charge was chaos.Wolves poured down the slope like a living storm, claws digging deep into frostbitten earth. Arrows flew from both sides. Spells split the sky. The Tribunal had called in every dark favor they had left—wraiths, corrupted shifters, old blood magic that made Ronan’s skin crawl.He didn’t look for Lyra—he felt her. Every strike she landed, every burst of pain when so
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter One: The Alphas Eyes
The moon was too full. Too bright. Too hungry.Lyra Vale moved like she belonged to the forest, but tonight, the woods didn’t want her there. The trees whispered, and the shadows slithered along the ground like something was watching. Waiting.She didn’t care.She wasn’t afraid of things that stalked the dark.Her cloak billowed around her legs as she followed the narrow, root-choked path out of Black Hollow. Most people stayed indoors during a full moon. But Lyra wasn’t like most people. She never had been.The air was thick with the scent of pine, moss—and something else.Ash. Fur. Heat.She stopped walking.Her fingers ghosted toward her satchel, where a vial of wolfsbane pressed against her palm like a promise. Her heart pounded, but her steps stayed steady.She could feel him before she saw him.A shift in the air. A weight pressing down on her skin. Then, out of the trees, he emerged—like the forest had spit him out. Tall. Shadowed. Made of angles and sin.And those eyes.Burnin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter two: Fire beneath the skin
LyraShe knew the forest well.Every path, every twist of root and earth. But tonight, the woods pulsed with something different. Wrong.She didn’t walk—she ran. Not from fear, but from a feeling she couldn’t name. A pressure behind her ribs. A hum in her blood.Her magic sparked before her mind caught up.Something was watching her.She turned just in time to see the creature leap from the shadows—wrong-shaped, too fast, nothing natural. A hybrid, twisted with dark magic.She threw up her hand. Light flared—silver, fierce, barely enough.It shrieked and staggered.Not dead.Not done.And then—he was there.A blur of black.Fur. Claws. Teeth.She gasped as Ronan Thorne shifted mid-charge, no hesitation, no sound but the crack of bone and growl of something ancient. He ripped the creature apart like it was made of paper.Then he turned to her.His eyes glowed golden in the moonlight, his chest heaving, blood staining his mouth. He shifted back, naked and radiating heat.She should have
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Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 35: Ashes and Oaths
LYRAThe battlefield stretched like a wound beneath the sky.The Tribunal’s mountain stronghold loomed ahead—cold and jagged, cloaked in blood-soaked mist. This place wasn’t just defended by magic. It was magic—older than most could remember, carved from bone and shadow.Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the approach, wind tangling her hair, steel glinting on her back. Her wolves waited in tense, deadly silence. Some shifted, some clothed, all ready to kill.Ronin stood to her left, the bond humming like a live wire between them.She lifted her sword and pointed forward.“Burn it.”⸻RONANThe charge was chaos.Wolves poured down the slope like a living storm, claws digging deep into frostbitten earth. Arrows flew from both sides. Spells split the sky. The Tribunal had called in every dark favor they had left—wraiths, corrupted shifters, old blood magic that made Ronan’s skin crawl.He didn’t look for Lyra—he felt her. Every strike she landed, every burst of pain when so
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 34: Night before the burn
LYRAThe camp buzzed like a living thing.Steel sharpened, armor fitted, old grudges aired in low voices under flickering torchlight. Everyone preparing, expecting, waiting.Tomorrow, they’d march. Bleed. Burn.Tonight—was hers.The tent was silent when she stepped inside, but Ronan was already there, leaning over the map table, shirt discarded, muscles tense beneath old scars and fresh strain. The flickering lantern cast him in shadow and gold, and for a moment, she just watched.“You’re brooding,” she said softly.He didn’t look up. “I’m planning.”“You’re worrying.” She moved closer. “And I know the difference.”He turned then—slowly. Eyes burning.“So are you.”⸻RONANShe was radiant in warlight. Wild. Exhausted. Alive.He didn’t reach for her immediately.But the air between them shimmered with need—not just lust, but that gnawing ache only soul-deep things could stir. The kind that whispered: This could be the last.“I don’t want to sleep tonight,” she said, voice lower now, th
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 33: Blood on the wind
LYRAThe scent of iron hit her first.Not the distant tang of training blades or battlefield scars.Fresh blood.Wrong blood.And then—Veira’s voice, sharp and panicked, split the quiet dawn.“LYRA, DOWN!”She dropped instinctively, and the arrow sliced past her cheek, embedding in the post behind her with a thunk that sounded far too final.Poisoned.The black fletching and acrid stench said it all.Someone had just tried to kill her in her own damn war camp.And they almost succeeded.⸻RONANHe was already running.The bond flared hot and wild, not in pain—but in fear.He pushed past startled guards, scenting the air for that slick rot of Tribunal poison, his wolf barely caged beneath his skin.He found her crouched behind the pillar of the war tent, blood on her cheek, sword drawn.Alive.But barely.Her eyes met his, wide and burning.“He was inside the perimeter.”Ronan’s breath caught.Not an outsider.An insider.⸻LYRAShe gave chase before Ronan could stop her.The scent tra
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 32: The Hollow Gift
LYRAThey arrived without warning.No drums.No banners.No declaration of war.Just a single, polished black carriage pulled by twin white stags, gliding through the mist like a vision from a cursed fairytale.No guards.No riders.Only a scroll tied in crimson ribbon, placed carefully on the carriage seat, as though it had been meant for her hands all along.The wolves flanked it at a distance, hackles raised.Fane growled low. “It’s a trap.”Veira’s blade gleamed in the morning light. “Or a distraction.”Lyra just stared at it.Because she already knew: it was both.⸻RONANHe watched her approach the carriage, every step measured, every breath silent.The camp held its breath with her.He didn’t stop her—couldn’t.Because this wasn’t just a message from the Tribunal.This was the game they were playing now.Psychological. Elegant. Bloody beneath the silk.He shifted slightly behind her, scenting for poison, for magic, for wrongness.The air was clean.Too clean.That’s when he saw
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 31: Quiet Before the Burn
LYRAThe camp felt quieter after Caelin’s exile.But not safer.Trust had cracked, not shattered—but it left a spiderweb fracture across everything.Miren walked with a limp now. Fane slept with his blade under his pillow. Even Veira, who barely trusted shadows, had taken to standing outside Lyra’s tent at night like a statue carved from suspicion.And Lyra?She tried to rebuild what had been broken.But she couldn’t rebuild blind.That’s why she slipped into Caelin’s tent alone.And found the letters.⸻RONANHe smelled her fury before she stepped out of the canvas.It wasn’t the usual flare of flame that curled in her skin when she was angry. It was cold.Controlled.The kind of rage that could plan assassinations with the same grace she once used to braid her hair.“What did you find?” he asked, falling into step beside her.She didn’t answer. Just handed him one of the notes.Old parchment. Tribunal wax seal.But not addressed to Caelin.Addressed to her.Orders.Threats.A price
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 30: Thorns Among Us
LYRAShe didn’t sleep the next night.Not really.Even with Ronan beside her, arms locked tight around her waist like a promise, her body buzzed with the memory of the fire.The thing she’d become in the forest.The lives she’d ended.The power that had felt less like a weapon and more like a second soul.And beneath it all…The truth clawed against her ribs.Someone inside the camp had sent those rogues.They’d gotten past every ward, every sentry.They hadn’t just known where Miren would sleep.They knew when to strike.⸻RONANHe smelled it before she spoke.The shift in her breath.The way she moved her fingers—slow, sharp, precise—as she poured over maps and camp rosters.She was hunting something.“Talk to me,” he said.She didn’t look up. “We have a traitor.”He nodded once.“I’ll find them.”“No,” she said sharply. “We will.”Her eyes locked onto his, molten and unreadable.“Because whoever they are, they didn’t just try to kill Miren.”Her voice dropped.“They tried to destro
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 29: Beast Beneath the Flame
LYRAThey came for Miren before moonset.Knives, not votes. Shadow, not judgment.And they came through her tent.Lyra woke to the scent of blood—rich, coppery, fresh.Too fresh.The scream that tore through the camp wasn’t hers. It was Caelin’s, raw with terror and rage.Lyra surged to her feet, flame already sparking in her palms.Ronan’s side of the bed was empty.The tent flap blew open.Smoke.Blood.And no sign of Miren.⸻RONANHe caught the scent first.Iron.Death.Ambush.He didn’t shift fully—there was no time. He moved with half-formed claws, half-wolf fury, barreling through the woods after the trail of scent and panic.Miren’s blood was light, but steady. Controlled.She was still alive.For now.The scent of her captors?Rotten. Fermented. Not Tribunal wolves.Mercenaries. Rogues.Sent by someone too afraid to challenge Lyra face-to-face.Cowards.But well-trained ones.⸻LYRAShe didn’t wait.She didn’t consult.She ran.Ronan was ahead of her, vanishing between trees
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 28: The Vote of Shadows
LYRAShe felt it before they arrived.A sickening chill that rolled down her spine like oil.She had been summoned.Not invited.Not honored.Summoned.To answer for her existence.The Tribunal meeting was set deep beneath the ruins of the Old Moon Keep, a place that once held sacred rites and blood-oaths.Now it reeked of power dressed in lies.Ronan gripped her wrist tightly as they approached the carved stone gates.“You don’t have to go in there,” he said low.“I do,” she whispered. “I want to see their faces when they try to kill me.”⸻RONANHe hated this.The way they looked at her like prey.The smug arrogance of the wolves in crimson cloaks, lounging at the obsidian council table like they already tasted blood on their tongues.But the worst part?The silence.The sick, complicit silence.She stood before them, wrapped in war-black and moonsteel.And still, no one spoke in her defense.Until one did.“She’s a threat,” said Councilor Verin of the Hollow Fang. “But so was the l
Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha Chapter 27: Blood of the First Flame
LYRAThey struck at dawn.No fanfare. No warning. Just steel in the silence and fire behind her ribs.The High Councilor of the South Quarter—Lady Veira—had been the loudest voice calling for Lyra’s execution. Now, her manor lay in ruin, its gates cracked open like a broken jaw, smoke curling into the sky.Lyra walked through the ashes of Veira’s legacy with her head held high.No one challenged her.No one dared.The wolves who stood between her and the Councilor’s chambers dropped to their knees as she passed. Not out of loyalty. Out of fear.Good.Let them tremble.⸻RONANThe door to the inner sanctum exploded inward under his boot.Veira stood inside, poised in silver armor, her red braid looped in coils like a crown. Old bloodlines. Old magic. A legacy of treachery.“You bring fire to my house?” she hissed.“No,” Ronan growled. “She does.”Lyra stepped into the room.And the very walls groaned.Veira recoiled, not from her power—but from recognition.“You shouldn’t exist.”Lyra
