All Chapters of The Alpha King's Curse: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Layla walked slowly down the stairs, keeping her ears open to hear what was happening. She still felt something pulling her back to Jackson but forced herself to continue. Admitting what she had done would need a little fortification first. The house was quieter than she had expected. Instead of wails like last time, there were only soft, whispered words. Instead of the pain and grief, there was a sense of calm and peace.That meant no one had died. She hadn’t caused any more deaths.Hope flared up inside her but she squashed it down. She didn’t want to tempt fate. Maybe they hadn’t been on the brink of death as she had suspected. Even Jackson had woken up after a day and not weeks like the last time. Still, relief and hope mixed inside her as she stopped at the last step. There was a lot of activity outside. She’d heard them setting up the tents again, but their mood was more relaxed this time. The front door opened, and a few women walked in carrying empty trays and baskets. On

Layla had just helped him out of his boxers when Cain started to unfurl and wake up. Every part of him started to rejuvenate along with him as his beast’s strength coursed through his veins. It felt like a shot of adrenaline going straight through his already overactive heart. Layla was naked in front of him for the first time in a long time, and he felt like a kid at Christmas. His gaze wandered greedily over every inch of her until it stopped at her stomach. He’d seen her bump through her clothes, but seeing her naked brought a sense of pride that he couldn’t hide. She was carrying the future of his pack within her. She was carrying a part of him. Their paths had been destined to cross for a reason because he couldn’t imagine anyone else better suited for that role. He could admit that now, despite their rocky start. In only a few months, Layla had shown him what real strength looked like. She’d been scared shitless but still jumped in front of him and Dylan to protect them. She’

Jackson stood and looked at the man who used to be his best friend. He wasn’t ready, but he couldn’t avoid the conversation anymore. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop.” “What do you mean you’re going to die?” Dylan repeated. He should have known better than to have this conversation with Diedre in his office, especially when he knew he had traitors in his pack. He looked back at Diedre and saw she had huddled into the blanket, and relief emanated from her. Maybe she had spoken like that in his office on purpose because she knew if Dylan overheard, she would no longer be alone in this fight. He wanted to be upset with her, but Diedre looked too frail, and her intentions were always pure. “Go and rest, Diedre. I’ll speak to you later.” Diedre slowly got to her feet. He sensed Dylan’s shock as they watched her start making her way out of the room. “Dee... What have you done to yourself?” Dylan whispered. “I’ll be okay if you talk some sense into him,” the witch said before she walked out

He couldn’t mean it.Not after the time they had spent together.It had been different. Jackson had been different. She had been so sure he reciprocated her feelings, so she’d been on cloud nine for two days. In her mind, she'd already seen herself making a life in the packhouse with him. Filling the house with his children and happy memories.But those few words had brought her crashing down to earth quickly. She’d done her job? He no longer needed her?She hadn’t thought anything could ever hurt that much after all the shit she had gone through. But her heart had been shattered, and she felt the pain through every part of her body. How could words bring physical pain?And then there was the added pain of being separated from Jackson. It was too much.Only a few people were out of their tents when she walked out of the packhouse, so she walked past them quickly. She was in no state to talk to anyone. There was a lump stuck in her throat, and everything she was holding inside was abo

Layla walked into the house after Jackson had put the light on. It wasn’t grand, but it was similar to the home she and her family had lived in before her father had lost it and moved them to the trailer. Well, as similar as it could be, seeing it was in the middle of nowhere. A fine layer of dust on almost every surface showed that no one had been in it in a while. There was an enclosed porch at the front and then a wide hallway that led into what she assumed were the lounge, dining room and kitchen. There were stairs on one side of the hallway. “You’re off the grid here for security reasons, so you have a generator, solar energy and a water system,” Jackson said as he walked through and put every light on. She followed behind him slowly. The lounge was tastefully decorated with heavy, comfortable furniture, and a few pictures on the wall. The dining room had a similar design, and the kitchen was also spacious and simple. It was perfect for a little family. But Jackson hadn’t