All Chapters of THE CURSED ALPHA; HIS SUBSTITUTE BREEDER: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Before making his way to the mistress's chamber, James found himself in the palace garden. There, he discovered Grandma Maria, carefully tending to the blossoming flowers. With a furrow etched onto his brow, he confided in her about the troubling state of the king. Frustration tinged his words as he criticized Granny's unwavering trust in the seer's predictions. The weight of his concern lay heavy in his voice, fueled by the fear that the palace's inhabitants might suffer should the king's demons truly gain control. His heart ached with the thought of the potential consequences.However, Granny's response served as a counterbalance to his apprehension. She held fast to the belief that Aloha was the key to Ragnar's salvation, a belief that softened James's worries and provided a glimmer of hope. Her calm words acted like a soothing balm on his restless soul.With a mixture of doubt and frustration, James entered Daphne's chamber. His steps were hesitant, laden with unspoken thoughts an

In the quiet confines of the clinic, the sickly fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie pallor over the sterile white room. George, engrossed in his medical texts, seemed almost a part of the pale environment. The atmosphere held a heaviness, a reminder of pain and healing.Ariel's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and head throbbing. Weakness permeated every inch of her body, as if her very essence had been drained. As she glanced around, her eyes locked onto George, who had been absorbed in his reading until her awakening snapped him out of it. With a swift, practiced motion, he dropped the book onto the table and rushed to her side."Don't force yourself up," his voice was gentle yet firm, "you've lost too much blood." Ariel turned her head toward the source of the voice, her eyes gradually focusing on George's concerned face approaching her."How did I end up here?" Ariel's voice was a fragile thread, punctuated by the persistent pounding in her temples."Thank

Ragnar cradled Ariel gently in his arms, his powerful yet careful grip displaying a tenderness that contrasted his imposing figure. As they moved toward the palace, James, keenly aware of Ragnar's desires, had orchestrated a silent symphony of cooperation among the workers. The path lay empty, devoid of prying eyes, a testament to the bond between Alpha and Beta. Ragnar strolled through this deserted thoroughfare, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he deduced James's involvement. A soft chuckle escaped him, a knowing acknowledgment of his Beta's skillful maneuverThe thought of the palace staff witnessing him carry Ariel, however, pricked at Ragnar's pride. His stature demanded respect and authority, qualities that didn't align with such a delicate display of affection. The idea of their questioning glances felt like an affront to his position, a challenge he wasn't ready to face.Meanwhile, Ariel's senses were attuned to the proximity of the man who held her. The fragrance t

Laughter and lively chatter filled the air around the dining table, where Marcus, Jessica, and the jovial Ryan were savoring a delicious meal. Plates clinked as forks and knives danced between bites, and the room resonated with the sounds of their enjoyment.Amid the shared jokes and humorous anecdotes, Ryan leaned towards Marcus, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," Ryan began with a chuckle, "it's still unbelievable to my ears that the cold Alpha carried Aloha from the clinic to her room."Marcus paused, his laughter subsiding, and turned his attention to Ryan. An intrigued smile tugged at his lips. "And what do you make of that?" he asked, genuinely curious.Ryan's grin widened, his expressive face lighting up. "I'm thinking... what if the king actually likes Aloha?" Ryan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, drawing Marcus in.Astonished, Marcus leaned back slightly, his brow furrowing. "Come on, Ryan. Someone as icy and severe as Ragnar? You can't seriously believe

Ximena swiftly snatched the spell book from Tesla's chamber, her heart pounding like a trapped bird. She concealed it in a hidden nook, praying that no one had noticed her daring theft. With the prized time in her trembling hands, she slipped out of the room.Just as she thought she had escaped undetected, Ximena stumbled into Aloha's chamber. Aloha had been anxiously pacing the floor, her eyes darting with unease."Did you really think there might be a spell to undo it?" Aloha asked, her voice quivering as she reached out to take the stolen book.Ximena hesitated, her own nerves jangling like a taut wire. "Aloha, I can't say for sure," she replied, her eyes darting back to the door. She stood there, a silent guardian, ready to sound the alarm if anyone approached.Aloha's fingers traced anxiously over the pages of the spell book, her hopes gradually fading as she couldn't find the spell she desperately sought. Confusion knit her brows together, and a sigh of frustration almost escape