All Chapters of Cursed Alpha's Runaway Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Travis's eyes widened in confusion and disbelief as he blurted out, "A werewolf?" The word echoed in the air, bouncing off the walls of the room. His lips parted, and his breath caught in his throat, causing him to gulp audibly.I stood before him, my face a mask of innocence and curiosity as I met his gaze head-on. His expression conveyed his uncertainty and bafflement, but I couldn't discern whether he had any prior knowledge of these creatures or not. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest.After the final bell rang, I stepped out of the classroom and saw Travis leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to hang out. He agreed and we began to walk down the hallway. The chatter around us was buzzing, but my mind was elsewhere. I overheard a conversation between Travis and our peers, their voices trailing off into the distance as we walked further away. The topic? Werewolves.M

Athen POVThe air around me felt cool and crisp as I made my way down the street, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my jacket. The bustling sounds of the city slowly began to fade away as I approached the quiet and quaint cafe. It was an old building, but one that exuded a sense of charm and elegance. As I walked past the large windows, my eyes caught a familiar figure sitting inside. It was Ayra, the girl I had met at Clancy's birthday party."Ayra!?" I squinted at the view in front of me. After leaving Travis's house I was walking down the road, instead of taking the cab. It was my own decision to walk to my place even though the distance was not so much to cover by walking.My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was her. She was just as stunning as I remembered, with her dark hair cascading down her shoulders and her eyes twinkling in the soft light of the cafe. I couldn't resist the pull I felt towards her and found myself walking towards the entrance of the cafe.As I ap

Silence formed a thick shell around us, as we crossed stares. My mother's piercing gaze was fixed upon me, leaving me at a loss for words. I didn't know what to tell her and how to ask for a favor like this. It was as if the air around us had turned tense, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was not sure how she was going to react. Whether she would be angry at me or not. A fear tightened inside me, and I observed her face, searching for any signs of what she was thinking. Her eyes seemed to bore into me, and I felt like she was analyzing every inch of my body.For a few moments, we remained in this awkward silence. I could feel my palms getting clammy and my throat going dry. My mind was racing, trying to come up with the perfect words to say. A moment's delay could make her react in a terrible way. I knew my mother well enough to know that a wrong word could put me in deep waters."Mom, I wanted to ask for a favor," I said, hesitantly, breaking the silence. My voice was barely

As I stood outside her door, I pressed the doorbell again, a sense of frustration beginning to bubble up inside me. It was strange that she hadn't answered the first time, but now my impatience was growing with each passing second. A strange feeling started to creep up my spine, making me uneasy. Why wasn't she opening the door? My mind was plagued with questions, and I looked at my watch, realizing that it had been several minutes since I had first rung the bell.My mind began to race with possibilities. Where could she have gone at this hour? Did something happen to her? The nagging thought wouldn't leave me alone, and I couldn't shake the unease that was settling in my stomach.I reached for my phone, fishing it out of my pocket. My fingers shook slightly as I dialed her number, and I held my breath as the phone rang. It seemed to go on forever, but there was no answer. Panic began to set in as I tried calling her again, but once again, there was no response.The silence was deafen

The room was adorned with a few scattered furniture pieces, consisting of a single sofa, a coffee table, and a TV. The walls were painted with a bright shade of yellow, giving the room an airy and welcoming feel. The light from the candle flickered, casting a warm glow on their faces. The smell of fresh coffee mingled with the aroma of Clancy's scented candle, making the room feel cozy and comfortable.As I took a sip of the juice, the coldness of it sent shivers down my spine. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the details. The bookshelves were filled with books of all kinds, from classics to modern fiction. The walls were adorned with Clancy's artwork, each one of them telling a different story.As I sipped on the juice, I observed their interaction. Their eyes met, and I could sense an unspoken conversation between them. I didn't want to intrude on their private moment, so I averted my gaze, focusing instead on the refreshing taste of the drink.The silence grew awkward, a