All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stood in the hallway, staring up at a large portrait on the wall. The frame of the portrait was adorned with porcelain flowers, astrantias, wild violets and daylilies. The portrait itself was a magnificent painting of Scarlette's father and stepmother on their wedding day. The portrait had this certain serenity to it, and a mysterious edge. It was strange but so captivating that it was hard to look away.Who made this?I'd been standing there for almost an hour, just staring at it. At first, it was to stare at the other beautiful portraits, but then I lost myself in this one. Maybe it was the smile on their faces or their enchanted beauty, or maybe it was the picture as a whole. I wasn't sure, and I didn't care. It just looked great to me."There you are, Miss Sapphire," my ears twitched at the sound of my name, but my eyes refused to leave the painting. "Miss," the person called again, "Lady Sapphire," the person's voice sounded patient but I could tell she was getting annoyed, so

I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alrightBaby, you're just harder to see than mostI put the record on, wait ’til I hear our songEvery night, I'm dancing with your ghostEvery night, I'm dancing with your ghost_____Everett lazily and reluctantly walked through the hallway, his hesitation showing in the sound of his steps. He didn't want to be there, he didn't want to have to look at his alpha and best friend and feel pity, pain and fear. He didn't want to witness once more the pathetic person he had become, but he didn't have a choice. The Beta was in a similar state as the alpha, the woman close to the title of luna hadn't stepped out of her room for days and the elders were barely hanging on.Everett felt hopeless.It was no news that the state of the alpha had managed to slip out of the pack and they knew the enemies would strike soon, and he would have been confident in their abilities if the warriors weren't being weighed down by the alpha's depression and the loss of thei

It happened again, I hurt her again. How stupid of me not to have guessed why she was afraid of her mate. It was pretty logical now that I knew she was a blood wolf. It made sense now why she gladly accepted to be my mate when she had one out there, at least, to her. It made sense why she was hiding her wolf the entire time. I didn't see much of the wolf but from the stories the pack members told, she was a monster, a true beast to be feared. She literally wiped out an army of wolves on her own because she was furious. I thought I was the monster but I've met my match. I stared down at her unconscious body, my ears focused on her slow heartbeat to remind me that she was alive and here. She wasn't dead. The goddess didn't take her away from me but that doesn't mean she wasn't cruel. How could she mate me to a blood wolf? They were almost extinct at that point but she just had to pick one of them and give it to me. I love my mate but I also love my pack. How am I supposed to choose one

Ah, will the day I will stop fearing for my life ever come? Will there be a time I can live with no worry of someone hating me or seeking my head? No, I don't think that time is coming any time soon.Brie and I stared at each other in utter silence, and I kept glancing at Drix. Brie, on the other hand, got angrier by the second. I thought she was going to yell at me, but her anger suddenly dropped and was replaced with tears and annoyance. She rushed over to me and wrapped her hands around me. Since I was now standing, it was easier for her to hug me. I've suffered a lot of life-threatening hugs recently. If she was still angry, she definitely let out steam with that hug."How could you be so selfish?" She cried. I've never seen Brie cry that much. She's usually always aggressive… Well, she still is with how tight she was squeezing me, but the fact that she was crying for someone other than her late mate made my heart clench with guilt. "Why would you think that dying just like that w

Young Hendrix sat with legs crossed and arms folded, watching his ferocious friend spar with a boy twice his size. He watched their every movement, watched how many flaws there were in the opponent's attack, which would lead to his defeat. He gave his friend the credit though. A normal kid his age wouldn't have been able to see the opponent's weaknesses so easily and use them against him. It reminded him that his stubborn friend indeed had the blood of a warrior captain.A lot of warriors and trainees gathered around them, watching in awe as the twelve-year-old took down the sixteen-year-old. With a flying and powerful kick to the side of the opponent's face, he ended the match which only lasted ten minutes. "That's a new record," Hendrix thought. But he knew his friend would be annoyed. He was aiming to take down the older boy in five minutes.As expected, Everett angrily kicked the ground, screamed with frustration and stomped over to him. Hendrix picked a bottle of water from the c