All Chapters of The Curse Within : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marcus’ POVThe ceremony had been everything Alaric wanted it to be, grand, commanding, filled with anticipation as Sofia stood at his side, every step she took echoing through the room. I watched from my spot near the back, my gaze fixed on the pair of them. Alaric, confident as always, with Sofia standing strong, though I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t as certain as she wanted to appear, but that would come with time.What I had been waiting for, what Thorne had been working for, was already beginning to unfold. His plan was moving, the pieces falling into place just as we had anticipated. Some of the warriors’ mates were already in position, taken, held hostage as leverage to push our plans further, to secure Thorne’s ultimate control. The mutterings had already started, I could hear the whispers, the tensions rising, the lines being drawn within the pack. It was working, every part of it, just as Thorne had envisioned.The chants erupted during the ceremony, and

Sofia's POVThe silence in the room after the ceremony felt suffocating, like the weight of everything that had happened was settling deep into my bones. I had done what I was supposed to do, I had stood beside Alaric with strength, but now, in the quiet moments after the storm, I could feel the ripples of uncertainty washing over me.It wasn’t just the warriors who refused to accept me; it was everything—the war that loomed in the distance, the threat of Thorne and his rogues, the deep, aching pull that I felt whenever Alaric was near. There was no escape from it, no ignoring it. And as much as I wanted to ignore the growing pressure inside me, the reality of it was undeniable.I had always been afraid of being something I didn’t understand, something I wasn’t ready for. And yet, here I was, standing on the precipice of a future I had never envisioned.Alaric had made it clear that the warriors who refused to accept me would be exiled, but the words he spoke—firm and unwavering—still

Lyra’s POVThe night was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural in a world on the brink of chaos, the kind of quiet that made every sound more pronounced. I walked through the hallways of the pack house, my mind racing with everything that had happened in the past few days. The pack was restless, the warriors were uncertain, and Sofia... Sofia was still grappling with her new reality, her new role, and the weight of it all. But it wasn’t just her future that concerned me—there was something else, something that had been lingering in the back of my mind ever since I first laid eyes on her.I found myself in the library, the faint smell of old books filling the air. It was a sanctuary for me, a place of quiet where I could think, away from the noise and the pressure. Zora was there, as I had expected. She was my sister, and though we were both fierce in our own ways, she had always been more introspective, more connected to the old ways. While I focused on the physical and the pra

Alaric's POVThe night had settled into an eerie quiet, the kind of stillness that seemed to press in from all sides, amplifying every small sound, every distant creak of the old house, every soft rustle of the trees outside. I stood at the doorway, watching Sofia as she tried to steady her breath, her eyes wide with the remnants of the nightmare that had gripped her. I could feel her fear, could see the way it lingered even after she woke from the dream, a shadow that wouldn’t lift, and it gnawed at me, twisting my insides in a way I wasn’t used to.Sofia was many things—brave, strong, compassionate—but this was different. This wasn’t the same as the anxiety she felt when facing challenges or the worries she carried about her place in the pack. This was something darker, something deeper that had its claws in her. And no matter how I held her, no matter how many times I whispered that it was just a dream, I could see it in her eyes—she wasn’t convinced. And neither was I.I had tried

Lyra’s POVThe sun had just begun to set, casting long shadows across the pack house as I made my way to Alaric’s office. The weight of what I had learned, the pieces of the puzzle that Zora and I had uncovered, were too much to keep to myself any longer. It was time to confide in Alaric, to tell him what I knew, and to prepare him for what lay ahead. He needed to understand the gravity of the situation, and how vital his role—and Sofia’s—truly was.The door to his office was slightly ajar, the faint scent of his presence wafting through the hallway. It was calming yet commanding, a scent that spoke of his authority as Alpha and the unwavering strength he carried. I knocked softly before stepping inside, finding him seated at his desk, pouring over documents. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the tension in his shoulders was evident, but he looked up as soon as he heard me.“Lyra,” he greeted, setting the papers aside. “What brings you here? Is something wrong?”I clo