All Chapters of The Alpha King's Curse: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Layla was still dazed when she walked out of the ensuite in Jackson’s room. She had never really read up about schizophrenia because she’d been terrified that she would tick all the boxes. She’d had enough to worry about taking care of her sister. Maybe she should have read up on the first time the school counsellor had mentioned it. Because she knew for a fact she was not the one who had initiated sex with Jackson. She stopped when she saw the man himself lying on the bed with one arm behind his back and a drink in his hand, resting on his abs. Jackson’s gaze lowered to the towel she had wrapped around herself and flashed red before he looked back at her face. It was funny how that didn’t scare her anymore.“I’ve brought your bag in and unpacked,” he said.She saw the suitcase Micah had given her to pack her clothes lying empty next to the dressing room. “You might want to go and explain to your sister why you’ve moved into your employer’s bedroom. She’s not very pleased,” Jacks

That had been a stupid lapse of judgement. Jackson had been too preoccupied tracking Miss. Roberts’ and her guest’s movements that he’d forgotten the other threat.He hadn't expected her eyes to glow in the middle of the dinner service.Going downstairs when Layla hadn’t learned to control her emotions had been a risk to start with, but he’d put everyone in danger now. There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness.He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile. “Don’t worry,” he repeated. If Britney thought it was weird that

Eight months.He had eight more months of this shit. At this rate, he would mark Layla before the month was out. Jackson leaned back in the seat and drank a sip of his beer as he looked out over the balcony. Breakfast hadn’t even been prepared yet, and he was already drinking. What he needed was sleep, but Layla’s scent was stopping that from happening. He knew Layla didn’t fully understand the nature of his struggle, and even if she did, there was nothing she could do about this either. “Fucking Fate,” he grumbled as he listened to the sounds of the pack waking up. Zach had already held his nightly treasonous meeting with a few more pack members. They would all then continue their day as if nothing was happening. As if they weren’t backstabbing fuckers trying to find a way to kill him. Zach’s latest recruits included the loved ones of the people who had died in the last attack.Guilt ripped through him again as he set his empty beer can down and picked up another. What was he me

Blood. The scream that died in his throat. The limbs that landed on the roof of their little toy car. The lifeless eyes staring up at him from the ground.Fin was dead before his magic could flare up to defend him.He felt the stinging dark magic shackle him from behind and turned to see Alpha Hugo with his eyes black and black veins around them. Soft chants came from his lips and made his invisible shackles tighter. And then, in front of him, Lincoln did the same. The whites of his eyes bled black, and he lifted his palms to start chanting.He had seen them in action once or twice in his lifetime, but their magic had never been used against him or anyone with his blood. If his father had been alive, he would have told him he’d brought shame to the family name.But he was fighting for his child’s life. Richard King hadn’t had a paternal bone in his body, so he wouldn’t have understood this. But it was his mate bond that had driven him to madness. That much he would have understood.

None of them had lowered their gazes or shown any other deference to his rank as their King. They were openly challenging him.He’d suffered from his guilt for weeks. Slaughtering the people who killed his pack members hadn’t been enough; he should have tried to make amends. But their whispers about him and Layla had held him back. And his guilt was holding him back now. Though Cain was still on alert, even he recognised a wounded animal and the need to grieve. The woman who demanded he give Layla to them was projecting as much pain as most of them. Zach had used their vulnerabilities to get them on his side, like the asshole he was. His declaration didn’t scare him as much as the emotions his pack members were projecting. The amount of pain they were in was enough to tip them over into doing anything to make it go away. “You’ll never be Alpha, Zach. You’re too much of a coward and dick to fit into that role. There’s a Beta and a Gamma, and all the pack warriors who would do the j