All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and his Mysterious Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Khalid POV When Jack had said he didn't know what we were going to face during the trials, I couldn't help to be more scared of what we were about to confront. Having to face the unknown wasn't a risk I wanted to take.I was scared especially for Megan, I wouldn't be able to bear it, if anything happens to her during the course of the trials. I knew that with great responsibility comes greater burdens but it shouldn't have to be at the risk of harm coming her way. I had lost her once before, I do not want to lose her again."Your inability to prove yourself worthy might lead to your death, which might be a little sad because I have heard so much about the both of you and I wish you luck because the life of your people is on your shoulders". These were the exact words I heard Lumina, the guardian of the moon said, and it almost threw me off the edge.I was about backing out, but one glance at Megan, I could feel the aura of determination and resolution coming off her.I k

Khalid POVI looked at what had befell the pack and my heart was shattered once again. Some of my people had refused to see the light. They still have not seen the depth of Aaron’s wickedness.They are not to blame though, I understand their fears and it was justified, they had watched Aaron behead me once before, what was the assurance they had that it wasn’t going to happen again??Aaron had retreated after seeing I had grown far much stronger than I had been before and seeing as I might be able to overcome him soon enough if we had continue the fight, as he still seemed shaken by my return. Wearing an obvious facade if arrogance on his face, he stopped to give what was supposed to be a stern warning“Let me give you a chance to actually save yourself this time around, I am not in the mood to kill anyone today, if you know what’s best for you, take yourself and the men that had chosen to follow you and leave this clan, otherwise, a fate far worse than death us going to bef

Aaron POV As we ventured deeper into the heart of the clan, a sense of serenity washed over us. The forest canopy overhead filtered the sunlight, casting dappled patterns on the ground. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and the distant murmur of a nearby stream. The rustling of leaves harmonized with the joyful laughter of children playing.Approaching the heart of the clan, we found ourselves surrounded by cozy dwellings, built harmoniously with nature. Each structure seemed to blend seamlessly into the landscape, adorned with colorful symbols and patterns that told the stories of generations past. The clan's warmth and unity were palpable as members went about their daily activities, exchanging friendly greetings and gestures.As we walked alongside the alpha, he stopped to chat with a young girl carrying a woven basket filled with fresh herbs. "Greetings, little one. How has your day been?" he asked with a gentle smile.The girl curtsied slightly and replied

Megan POV I couldn't bear to see my beloved pack tearing itself apart, so I knew I had to take action before it was too late. Khalid had being weighed down from the whole tension and hatred and he still hasn't been able to accept that there was no way out of this mess other than having to wage a war against our own people. Ever since the men had returned with the news of the other section refusing their peace gospel, he had retreated into being a shadow of himself. The weight of disappointment and the shattered hope hung heavily on his shoulders, casting a dark cloud over his once vibrant spirit. I watched as he paced back and forth in his study room, his steps heavy and slow, mirroring the burden that now seemed to consume him. His usually bright eyes were now dulled, devoid of the fire that had burned so fiercely just days before. The light in his gaze had been replaced with a haunted emptiness, as if he were staring into an abyss of shattered dreams. I approached cautiously,

Khalid POV The night felt heavy, like a weight of expectation hanging in the air. The sound of swords clashing filled the darkness, creating a powerful rhythm that seemed to pulse through the quiet. It was as if the night itself was holding its breath, waiting for the outcome of the intense struggle.The moonlight, like a shiny thread woven through the dark fabric of the night, gently touched the sharp edge of my blade. It created a magical glow that seemed to move and flicker with each skilled block against Mark’s determined attacks. The collisions of our weapons ignited a shower of fiery sparks, like fleeting stars born from the fervor of our struggle, painting the canvas of night with a brief and brilliant display of light.Every deliberate clash between our blades felt like an entry into the core of our battle, a risky dance where each move was as significant as a step between life and death.Adrenaline surged through me, a powerful current of fervent energy racing through my