All Chapters of Let Me Go, Alpha Calhoun : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Kristen’s POVThe next day weighs heavily upon me as she approach Sapphire's room, despite Maddy’s warning to stay away from our friend since she’s really sensitive and upset with me. I can feel fear lingering in my eyes, the echoes of harsh words from the day before still resonates in my heart.I was only trying to help until Sapphire got upset and unleashed all her anger and hurt at me. It’s more like her finding someone to put the blame on, and I am the perfect choice. Even though all I want is to be there for her as a friend.I’ve never seen Sapphire mour anyone before. Bruce is the first, and it’s making me to realize that pain can change a person. Determined to offer solace, I order the servants to open the door after they knocked and there was no response from my bestfriend.When they comply, I see Sapphire sprawled on the floor in the same spot she was yesterday.For a moment I gulp, wondering how to let the words out without offending her. Because being around her right n

Calhoun’s POV.“I was thinking you’d avoid me forever,” My grandmother says immediately I make my presence known.“I haven’t forgiven you, grandmother. And aside that, I won’t let you come any close to Kristen and our son. You’re a threat to them,” I grit out, shooting her a flat look.Nana Joyce sighs, and nods with regret taking over her eyes. “You have every right to be angry at me,” she says, rubbing the side of her arm.I choose to stay silent instead, because I don’t want to talk about Natalie and Nana Joyce’s hatred towards my wife.“You saw witnessed what happened to me at my Beta’s funeral,” I go straight to the point because it’s the reason why I even came here.“Yes, and there’s something I need to tell you.” Nana Joyce utters.Clenching my jaw, I turn to face her, my expression guarded. "What is it, Grandmother?""It's about the curse that haunts our family," she reveals at last.My eyes narrow/, suspicion surfacing as I listen to her words. "Curse? What are you talking a

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Nana Joyce eyes me with skepticism etched on her face.After swallowing hard and ensuring my legs aren't trembling from fright, I nod resolutely, "Take me to my husband, Nana Joyce.""Promise me you won't get emotional and shed tears," Nana Joyce continues, her tone a mix of concern and sternness."I said take me to Calhoun," I respond calmly, my determination overriding the surge of emotions within me.It's half an hour after Nana Joyce unravels the tale of the curse that enshrouds our family. It started with Calhoun's grandfather, leading to his tragic demise. Calhoun's father managed to overcome it but succumbed to it later. Now, it's Calhoun's turn to face this haunting legacy.Nana Joyce proceeds to reveal a truth that cuts through the air like a chilling wind—she wrote the letters herself. Calhoun compelled her to do it, shielding me from the knowledge of his struggles. It takes immense strength within me to hold back tears as she narrates t

Kristen’s POVWeeks keep passing, and I'm stuck in a routine, caring for Calhoun, who stays still on the bed. When the pack asks, I lie, saying he's away for business, hiding the dark truth. The lies get heavier every day.The useless ritual hangs over me like a dark cloud. Daily, I tend to Calhoun, silently begging the moon goddess for help. I'm scared. Will Calhoun end up like his grandfather? It's a scary thought, following me in everything I do.Taking care of him becomes a routine, a desperate act of love against an unyielding curse. I change his clothes carefully, trying to bring a bit of normalcy to his unmoving body. He can only have liquid food, his mouth unable to move, only responding with blinks and closed eyes.As the Greyhound pack's Luna, I live a double life. Outside, I pretend to enjoy parties, hiding the hard truth at home. The pack doesn't know about our tragedy.Three months pass, no progress, and questions about Calhoun grow. The lies get tougher.One day, cleanin

Kristen’s POVWhere is Alpha Calhoun?The question keeps popping up and spreading within the pack.Until I decide I’ve had enough, and so I called for a meeting with the council of elders."He's sick, okay!" I burst out, my patience exhausted, tears welling up in my eyes."What do you mean, Kristen?" Elder Festus inquires, concern etched across his face.Taking a deep breath, I begin the painful revelation. "It's a curse. Calhoun is bedridden, reduced to a skeleton. We've been trying to find a way to break it, but it's relentless."Gregory, the ever present pain in the assinterjects, "A curse? Are you serious? This sounds like nonsense.""It's the truth," I retort, frustration evident in my voice. "I've been trying to handle things, but it's not easy. The pack needs to know what we're dealing with."Expressions of shock and disbelief rises through the council of elders. Gregory scoffs, "A cursed Alpha? You expect us to believe that?"Elder Adolphus, usually calm, leans forward, "Kris