All Chapters of Alpha Of The North: His Weakness, Her Curse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LUXURIA.His words ripped me out of my treacherous thoughts, and I snapped my gaze back to his face, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, a flood of emotions swirling inside me—anger, humiliation, betrayal, and a twisted desire that I couldn't control.But the tears came anyway, unbidden and shameful. I blinked them back, but I couldn't stop the trembling of my lips, the weakness in my knees.How could I feel this way about him after everything? After what I'd just witnessed?His cold, coal-black eyes bored into mine. The command in his words wasn't lost on me, and I had to fight against the wave of heat pooling between my legs.His threat wasn't idle. The atmosphere between us crackled with tension, charged with something dark, something dangerous."I… I didn't mean to—" I stammered, trying to form words, but my voice faltered, the weight of his presence too much to bear."You barged in," he said, his voice a soft but lethal growl. "Uninvited.""

ALPHA PARTHE.The moment I stepped into that dining hall, something in me snapped.How dare she dress in that manner for other men to see? She was too exposed for my liking.This wasn't just a mistress but my mate. I couldn't tolerate that. I had to ask her to leave.I saw the disappointment and embarrassment in her eyes, but who cares? As long as she is shielded from the hungry eyes of other men, then I am fine. Call me selfish."Alpha," Tervan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I lifted my gaze from the scrolls I was meant to be reading before my thoughts drifted away."Tervan," I gave him my attention, "sit."I and Tervan have been friends since childhood. His father was the Beta of our pack, but something tragic happened to him when I became Alpha, and Tervan has been my Beta since then."You wanted to see me. What's the matter?" I asked him. He is the one person I can feel free with."I have been bothered about something, Parthe." He began, addressing me less formally. "An

LUXURIA.I had scanned through every single page of the book, but the part I was interested in was nowhere to be found.I was going insane with worry.I do not have anyone to talk to about this. I felt so alone in this world. If only my mother were alive...I wiped off a tear from my eye.Whatever it was that happened to my mother was unfair to me. I was raised to suffer alone in this wicked world where no one cared.My hands trembled. I had to get hold of myself in order not to snap. I don't know what would happen if I truly allowed the full extent of this strange illness to take over me.I know I am just sick. Nothing more. I just had to find a solution to it. I only chose to call it a curse because it has tormented me even more than I could bear.I am sick. That's all it is. I had to remind myself every day.I wouldn't want to see what happens the day I let myself snap and reach the peak of whatever feeling this illness always tries to push me to.It was getting late already, and I

ALPHA PARTHE.Fuck...The Gods...What was she doing to me?Despite the iron walls I had meticulously built around my damned heart, I found her creeping in—like a slow-burning fire that I couldn't put out, no matter how hard I tried. She was everywhere, consuming me with an intensity I hadn't anticipated, seeping into the cracks I hadn't even known existed.I was not a man made for feelings. They had no place in me, and I never thought the mate bond could tear through the cold armor I had worn my entire life. I'd overcome so much—loss, blood, betrayal—but this? This was the one battle I wasn't sure I could win. It was maddening.This was going to be my undoing.Her skin, the softness of it, was like silk beneath my fingers. Her scent—a heady mix of innocence and desire, weaving itself into my every breath. It drove me to the edge every damn time I got near her. And right now, standing before her, with that thin excuse of a dress clinging to her delicate frame, I was so close to losing

LUXURIA.I got into my chamber, and my skin flushed with hot desire and need.The coolness of the room did nothing to soothe the heat simmering beneath my skin. I tried, I really did—sitting in the icy bathtub until my limbs shook and my teeth clattered—but it wasn't enough.My mind betrayed me. The memory of him in his chamber, the way his gaze had seared through me, how his voice had rumbled low and commanding, left a mark on me that no amount of cold water could wash away.Just the thought of him sent a pulse of need straight to my core. I hated him. I feared him. And yet... I wanted him. My body ached with a hunger I didn't know how to fight. It was maddening, this war inside me.I should have known better. I should have fought harder. But I was weak. I was falling, and I hated how much I was giving in.I shifted on the bed, trying to shake off the thoughts, but it was no use. The pulse between my legs was relentless, the slick heat gathering, making my thighs clench.My breath ca