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Chapter Eighteen: Shattered Loyalties.
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The blade of the dagger remained on the frigid stone ground, catching the torchlight. With her heart racing with excitement, Isabelle gazed at the thing and felt a pull to herself from the pressure of her decision. She had let Nikolai live. The reason was not due to her forgiving nature. Not because he was not entitled to suffer.'". Killing him would not provide her with the answers she sought. The smile on Gabriel's face had not diminished, his sparkling eyes brimming with an indestructible feeling. Approval? Amusement? Or something far more dangerous? He whispered, "Oh my God, you are an incredible wolf," with his voice so pure. Isabelle pushed herself towards him, unwilling to let the storm enter her mind. "Would you have thought I would kill him because of your command?" she asked. Gabriel chuckled, stepping closer. "No. However, I was hoping for your approval. "... Her jaw clenched. "And? " His expression grew in size. "You are still undecided about
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Gabriel's body was firmly gripped by the tree' inability to resist the force of the rough bark, which bit into Isabelle'd back. A storm of dominance and rage was ignited by his sparkling eyes into hers. The moment had just begun. He whispered: 'You are my girl, Isabelle,' with a low growl in his voice against her ear. She felt a pulse burst, accompanied by heightened feelings of fury and defiance, and something much more perilous. She refused to acknowledge the heat and the fact that his presence engulfed her entire body. She shifted her focus to the anger. Her sharp exhalation caused her to push her knee upwards. "Unthinkable little wolf," Gabriel said softly as she crumpled for his life at the end. The moment was felt. Her lips were revealed. "Stop me.". He uttered the words "Or what?" with an unusually peaceful tone. She pushed him against his chest, her muscles tightened up, but he didn't move. He leaned in, and his scent enveloped her like an overwhelming force -- ceda
Last Updated : 2025-03-10SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING Chapter Twenty one: The Guardians of the Past.
Moonveil's ruins were filled with an air of unnaturalness. Isabelle stood before the creature, its silver-eyed stare fixed on hers. It wasn't just a wolf, it was also human. It was something in between. Old blood soaked into patches of fur that covered strong limbs with its skin. It had jagged scars on its chest and twitched in her claws as if she was not ready to attack. The temple guardians. Protectors of the ruins. And they didn't welcome intruders. A slow, guttural growl was heard from deep inside the animal's chest. Isabelle reacted by taking a calculated step back. Without hesitation, she whispered, "Gabriel, what's the plan?" She nodded. He didn't answer right away. With his jaw bowed, the creature's emerald eyes flickered and it glided over the temple entrance. Then—he reached for his sword. "Run, " he ordered. She had a short respite before the sentinel lunged. --- The Fight for Survival. The air broke as Gabriel's blade struck the guardian' cranium, sending sh
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A dense cloud covered the veiled chamber, leaving behind dust and silence. Isabelle couldn't move. The old coffin bore her name, but it was easily identifiable by the worn letters. ISABELLE KINGSLEY. The decaying wood was scraped by her, with a shaking feeling in each hand. It was real. A grave. A burial site bearing her name.' A sudden, cold panic swept through her.'... ". What the hell is this? Gabriel was silent beside her. He stood still—too still. He was unsure of what to make of this. Ultimately, he spoke with a low voice and an unreadable tone. ". “This isn't possible.”. "Explain, Isabelle turned her gaze away from the coffin with her chest tucked in." what did she mean. Despite the darkness, Gabriel's torch light shone through with his sparkling white eyes and dark shadows running down his face. "I can't.". Another shiver reverberated through her mind as he spoke. This wasn't just a mistake. This was deliberate. Someone had plac
Last Updated : 2025-03-10SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING Chapter Twenty Three: The Temple's Wrath.
Under Isabelle's feet, the chamber trembled with flames, creating a chaotic atmosphere. A shape emerged from the fire, which was not a human or wolf, but rather something far more ancient. The animal's skin was radiant gold, its eyes two-sided.. It didn't speak at first. It only watched. "You aren't welcome here. ". The voice echoed through the air, not male or female, but something in between—ancient and absolute.' The sword-drawn Gabriel sat with her. "We don't intend to break into your home.". The being tilted its head. "Lies. ". The bridge beneath them shook with fear, the gaps becoming wider.' Gabriel's anxiety persisted, despite Isabelle' no longer noticing. She was gazing into the flames.' And deep within, she saw something impractical. A hall of stone. A throne carved from obsidian. And sitting upon it—. Her father. Her breath caught. "D-Dad? ". And, before she could respond — then... The flames swallowed her whole.
Last Updated : 2025-03-10SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING Chapter Twenty Four: The Alpha's Demand.
The fire was gone. The temple was silent. But Isabelle couldn't breathe. The ghost of her father had slapped her on the cold stone floor, and she was frozen in thought, with only a slight discomfort in her skin. The impact of his words lingered in her thoughts. It’s not your life. Her wrist was gripped by Gabriel.' "Talk, " he ordered. His voice was rough—too rough. He lacks his typical teasing, arrogant behavior, or reserved humor. No. This was something else. Something dangerous. He was angry. Not at the temple. Not at the fire. At her. While Isabelle swallowed with great force, the words would not make a sound. Can someone provide an explanation for what seems impossible, according to her? Her grave had been observed by her. She had observed her father's golden eyes.. And worst of all…. She had felt death. Not that of a wound or an attack. Yet another type of one that stayed with you forever. Like an unfinished story. As unpaid debt.’. She was pulled back t
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Silence was the only thing holding them back from the flames that had permeated. The. Isabelle sensed the warmth, the presence of an ancient entity, and the watchful gaze of a temple that had no longer burned and its secrets were no more concealed. Or maybe it was Gabriel? He hadn't moved. Hadn't let go. He kept his hand near her wrist, with warm and firm fingers that seemed to be deliberately holding her. He may go missing, which could lead to her disappearing once more. He touched her with scorching pain, but she didn't retreat. She was not prepared to move forward. She was not prepared for the words that were coming her way.' Despite Gabriel's soft tone, his voice was firm. It was never soft. “You died, Isabelle.”. Like water jetted into a stone, the words drifted into silence and rippled through everything. Her breath caught. Her stomach twisted. No. No, that couldn't be right. She was here. Right in front of him, she was standing. She wasn't dead. But Gabriel's gri
Last Updated : 2025-03-11SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING Chapter Twenty Six: Monster in the mirror.
Wind blew through the broken temple walls, like a whisper of something lurking in the distance. What was waiting? The motion and sway of the torches around those stone columns created rough shadows that rippled across Gabriel's face, deepening sharp lines in his expression. Despite his release, Isabelle still felt his touch. His fingers had lost their warmth, but his words gripped her chest like a chain. It felt so strong and powerful. Her life was not meant to be, she wasn't. She had died. Her heart was still beating inside her ribs as she stood there, struggling to breathe. She felt her stomach twitch and was in a nauseating state as she pulled away from Gabriel, with her legs stiff and shaken. Gabriel didn't stop her. He just watched. He had been keeping tabs on her since she came back.' He had been anticipating this moment. Her voice warmed as she whispered, "Send me. Gabriel's eyes flickered with a deep shade of green, hinting at his desire to inquire. “Say that I’m n
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There was an air that was too dense and heavy. Gabriel still hadn't moved. It was a source of offense for Isabelle to notice. She was displeased with the sudden awareness of how his large frame blocked the door, sharp angles in their jaws to each other's faces, and something dangerously close to his eyes. Something that she was hesitant to identify.' The first person to step back was her. The individual who first ceased eye contact. The first to walk away. But she didn't. And neither did he. Instead—they just stood there. Implied in a silent battle, the war was not won by either of them first. The gaze of the emerald was visibly burned into hers, both fiercely and clearly. Finally—he spoke. "You should rest. ". His voice was low, calm. Still there was a layer, something held back and broken.... Then Isabelle made a grimace. "That seemed like something to be done rather than supposed to.". The ghost of amusement was visible across Gabriel's face as he breathed deeply
SOLD TO MY CURSED ALPHA KING Chapter Fifty Seven: A Brewing Storm.
The main wing's heavy doors were forced to open, opening the vast hallway to warm candlelight. ". With their walls lined with dark wood panelling, the aroma of old books and leather lingering was invigorating. The floors were polished and Isabelle walked inside as she trailed Gabriel. It was quiet. Too quiet. The woman had disappeared by then but the cold gaze of Caitlyn still pressed on her back. But the tension in the castle had changed.". From the moment Gabriel announced that she would be staying in the main wing, Isabelle had sensed it. Caitlyn's anger was barely hidden.. And Isabelle? She wasn't stupid. She was aware that this wouldn't be finished. If anything—it was just beginning. With a deliberate move, Gabriel advanced towards her and opened revolving doors at the door's end. He didn't say a word. Didn't explain. Holding the door open, waiting. With a slight hesitation, Isabelle entered. And then—she froze. The room was massive. The grandiose area is chara
