All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed Mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"Melody, Melody…" the voice came to her in the form of whispers. Kira felt as though her mind had just been awakened from a long slumber. She fluttered her eyes but still couldn't see beyond the wall of darkness standing before her. "Melody!!!" The darkness around her crashed into light and bit by bit, colours began to mix into the bright sunshine and take shape. Like a fast-forward dream, Kira found herself staring down at the school field.Kira tilted her head in confusion, feeling a buzzing sensation all over her body and she thought she could hear a voice trying to reach her from within the depth of her mind. She knew where she was, she knew who she was, but why did it feel as though she didn't?"For goodness's sake, Melody fucking Adams!!! Look what you did! You made me say the F word!!!" Kira lazily looked over her shoulder and stared emotionlessly at Sharia, the prefect of her class. Kira thought she looked like someone who was about to pop a vein. “For a prefect, she sure is t

The house shook to its foundation. Objects began to fall off, glasses shattering and echoing amid her horrifying scream. Kira looked at her terrified father. “All men are evil. They don't deserve to live!” Her powers responded to her thought and she felt it. It was like her mind entered into a superior realm. She could sense everything. The spiders camping on the ceilings, the ants crawling into furniture, and the bugs and rats resting in different corners of the house. She could sense the objects in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in every corner of the house.The knives.The moment she thought about the knives, tens of sharp blades flew into the sitting room and floated behind her, all of them ready to attack at her command. Kira, too angry to be surprised, pointed her finger at her father. The knives flew with supernatural speed, a speed his human body could not counter despite his skills. The knives pierced almost every part of his body, pinning him to the wall high above the floor.

I had a dream once when I was a kid but I pushed it aside as nothing. The dream felt real and special, but I thought it was just a dream and forgot all about it. However, standing on top of a hill and looking down at the same scene again, I was starting to rethink everything, especially now that I recognize the man in the dream as my father.My father sat facing a child, laughing with so much bliss it filled my heart with joy. His laughter was contagious and the wind did the atmosphere justice. In front of my father and backing me, the child sat on the ground. Her hair was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Her hair was like the depths of the galaxy, having beautiful purple hues and stars that shone more than diamonds. Her hair streamed down her back and puddled on the floor behind her. That was the only thing I could see.I didn't know her, I was certain, but what I didn't understand was what my father was trying to show me. Is she some kind of clue? A missing part of the puzzle piec

It's strange.Is this how Sapphire felt? No wonder she closed off herself. Betrayal hurts, especially from someone you love dearly.Sapphire, the person who gave me hope, the sister who gave me freedom, the friend who gave me a reason to live, was in a coma. It was my fault. I introduced her to my parents… no, before the situation got serious, I should have gone to her, even without her mate's consent. That way, she would have saved my babies and me secretly. That woman wouldn't have found out.A big part of me wanted to believe in her innocence. I wanted to believe that it was a misunderstanding and that her subordinates acted on their own, but a bigger part of me knew the truth. Especially when I knew she had a valid reason why she would betray me. Of course, I couldn't judge her. If it were me, I would have done the same to save Sapphire. Her love for her sister is commendable and understandable, the only problem is that she messed with the wrong people. She hurt the last person sh

"Wake up, sis, it's time for school!" I grunted, swinging my hand to brush him out of the way. My effort was a waste. He shook me vigorously, pinching my arm to effectively remove the sleep from my eyes. "Mum! Shion still won't wake up!" He shouted. I jerked up, my eyes widening with horror. I flew out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom as if I was getting chased, which I probably was. Mum would kill me.I quickly did my morning routine, ran out of the bathroom and then spent thirty minutes trying to figure out what to wear and how I'd style my hair for the day. I had an obsession with wearing a different hairstyle every day. After battling for thirty minutes, I chose to wear a short, silver overall dress with black polka dots and buckles over a frilly, orange shoulderless, short-sleeved blouse, and short orange boots with silver soles. The dress was adorned with white lace at every hem. I added a shiny silver belt around my waist, as well as an orange headband with a bow that had a