All Chapters of The Alpha King's Curse: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The car stopped at the Dark Moon pack gates and Jackson stepped out, ignoring Micah’s objections.Something wasn’t right, and it wasn’t the presence of the stupid pack camped in his forest—though their numbers were indeed a worry. It wasn’t Chase’s scouts and warriors watching them from the forest, either. ‘Alpha, we’re too exposed here. I’d feel better if you return to the car until we join the other team inside,’ Micah mindlinked as he came to stand beside him. The Head Warrior looked around and kept alert to any threats as he had trained his whole life to do. He shouldn’t have bothered. No one would attack him when they were fully aware he could sense them in their hiding places. They wouldn't be so obvious if they were going to ambush him. ‘Did Amber cause trouble when you threw her out?’ he asked Micah.Micah tensed and turned to look at him with his eyes lowered.‘You didn’t seem surprised that Dylan rushed back to deal with her,’ he stated, his suspicions growing as he watc

Layla opened the window and leaned out to figure out what was happening. There was something in the air pressing down on her. Fear and desperation. She recognised it only because she had felt it too much in the months she had been there.All around her, she heard the sounds of fighting. Growls. Snarls. Yelps and whines. She heard the clinking of weapons and shouting. She heard children crying. The gates had been open when Jackson’s people gathered at the front of the house, but they were firmly shut now. The fighting seemed to be beyond the gates, maybe in town. She didn’t know why she could hear that far, but the sounds brought her out of the depression she had sunk into the past two weeks. People were dying. She could hear their gurgling as they took their last breaths, terrifying her, breaking her. She heard a girl scream and then nothing. As if her life had just been ripped from her. Shock forced her to step back from the window and clutch her chest. These were Jackson’s peopl

Jackson realised his mistake the moment he reconnected with his pack after letting Cain roam and lick his wounds. So many bonds had been severed as his pack was slaughtered, and he’d felt them all at once. The pain had been crippling.All of that had happened because he had allowed the bond with Layla to get the better of him. He’d let her break him. He’d allowed her to trample on his heart and play him for a fool, and his pack had paid the price. He would never trust the half-blood again.How could she stand there looking as if nothing had happened? How could she still have that look in her eyes as if she was happy to see him? How could she still... feel all of that? She’d tried to leave! The bond obviously didn’t affect them the same way.He looked over her head to meet Dylan’s gaze. His former friend lowered his eyes.“Lock her up in the basement,” he said. The cells in the basement were nothing like the dungeon in the woods. They had the basics and that was it. Nothing luxurious

Dawn was breaking when the soft cry of a baby drifted to the balcony, thankfully taking Jackson’s attention away from everything in his head. But the reality wasn’t much better. Every time that the baby cried reminded him of what he had lost, what he wouldn’t get to enjoy because he’d fucked up and Fate was punishing him. He looked over at the tents on the ground below him and felt the guilt again. Though the number of those they had lost was less than he had first imagined, it was still one too many. He didn’t want them to return to their homes because they would be unprotected, so he had to deal with the witch first. And the Circle.The Circle had a lot to answer for. He shouldn’t have trusted them. Their wards had been breached initially, but they had still been somewhat intact. They shouldn’t have fallen entirely the way they had done. Having them had made his pack more relaxed after their troubles and had made them vulnerable. After he found the witch, he would find those three

Jackson stood in front of the basement door with his fists balled up. Everything in him ached to go back and tell her he hadn’t meant anything he’d said. Not seeing her again? The very thought of it was breaking him, even though it was what had to happen in the end. But Layla didn't give a shit about him, so he was the one who would suffer being so close to her. He should have sent her away. ‘No, it’s me! I’m the one who will suffer the most!’ Cain cried dramatically. He could imagine the beast swooning to the ground. ‘If you just listen to me and mark her, she won’t be able to leave.’ ‘Oh, believe me, I’m tempted right now. There’s something satisfying about imagining her dying the moment I do.’ But, of course, that was a lie, and Cain knew it. Despite everything, he still didn’t want her to die. He still wanted to protect her. How fucked up was that? “I’ve been waiting for you.” He looked up at the man who interrupted his thoughts and his mood soured further. Dylan lowered his