All Chapters of The Alpha King's Curse: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Layla set the cake in the middle of a table and turned to watch Brit holding Hope in the shade near the pool. Since Brit had refused to have a party to celebrate her birthday and also for writing her last paper, there was no one else around. It was for the best, anyway. She was anxious about what would happen that night. “You said it can happen at any time, right?” she asked Jackson when he came out to set more snacks on the table. “Yes, anytime around the eighteenth birthday if she’s going to shift. If she’s a half-blood, she won’t, but she’ll start having issues with her wolf half when she’s older,” Jackson answered. She sighed and turned away from her sister to look at Jackson. “And she could be like me,” she stated. “I’m not so sure. You have red hair and green eyes, and so does Hope. Your sister looks like your father, and I don’t sense anything different in her,” Jackson said. “It’s a full moon tonight, so if it was going to happen, Britney would have started feeling it

Jax turned slowly towards the door. Layla stood there with tears shimmering in her eyes. She must have heard everything. Layla wasn’t even trying to mask herself; all her raw emotions were pounding into him and slicing into his heart. His first urge was to go and soothe his mate, but he held back. He’d made it to one month until his birthday; that was good enough. Now, he had to break Layla’s heart. “What do you mean, Jackson?” she asked. He looked down at Diedre and felt her relief as if she thought his ordeal would finally be over. But didn’t she get it? The same bond Diedre was relying on to save him was what was holding him back. “Let’s take a walk,” he said to Layla. Layla immediately walked out. She projected her breaking heart so loudly he could even hear it. “Tell her everything,” Diedre said. He walked out of the kitchen and followed. Layla was already out of the house when he saw Dylan coming down the stairs. “How is that possible, Jax?” he asked. “Diedre was

Layla brushed her hair and fluffed it out. It had grown longer since she had first arrived. It fell in fiery red curls down her back, and Jackson loved it. He loved to tug it and bury his face in it. He actually loved every part of her, even the parts she preferred to hide. She looked down at the skimpy lingerie she had found in the wardrobe. The black lace barely covered anything, especially considering her tits were bigger since she had Hope, and her whole ass was exposed. She had been with Jackson for months, but she had opted for the more functional, comfortable underwear. But she was going all out tonight. She heard the bedroom door open and took a deep breath before she picked up the matching robe. When she walked out of the bathroom, Jackson was pulling his t-shirt off over his head. “I’m sorry that call lasted longer than...” Jax’s voice trailed off when he saw her standing in the bathroom doorway. His eyebrows rose, and then a slow smile formed on his lips. “To what d

Layla opened her eyes and stretched. And then she remembered what she had done. She sat up and looked at the other side of the bed. Jackson hadn’t come back, though she could sense he was close. And he was angry. Rightfully so. She lay back and pulled the covers over her naked body. Her hand went to her neck, and she felt the grooves left by his teeth. She’d assumed his bite would heal like all her other injuries. Maybe that was why they called it marking. Would everyone be able to see it? It tingled when she ran her fingers on it, and though the way she had got it made her cheeks heat up with shame, she didn’t regret it. She had known he would react like that. She would have been livid in his shoes. If he never spoke to her again, then she would understand. But she would never have forgiven himself if he died and she could have saved him. She’d had no choice. She sighed as she pushed the covers off again and slid off the bed. She started walking toward the bathroom, but her st

Jackson watched the sleeping baby in his arms and blinked back his tears. He was leaving his precious little girl in chaos. All his efforts to find the witch had failed. She’d disappeared after Amber and Miss Roberts had failed. He assumed the witch knew there was no point now. She’d already achieved her goal of making the rest of his life miserable. “I’m sorry, Hope,” he whispered. “I know you’ll become a better person than I was, even in any adversity. Do you know why? Because you also have your mother in you. You are going to be magnificent.” The more he said it, the more he would believe it. But it was hard to see any such future in a helpless three-month-old. “What the fuck was I thinking?” His chest squeezed as it had done all day. “It’s not your fault.” He looked up to see his mate in the bathroom doorway, a vision in a green, body-hugging dress. It had thin straps, so his mark was on show. For a second, he felt pride in it. But he remembered it was nothing but a death s