All Chapters of The Alpha Kings’ Curse Breaker: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

King’s POVThe sound of laughter floated through the window, clear and bright but when I glanced outside, my gaze didn’t land on the kids. It landed on her. Like it always does even though I wasn’t searching for her. Gianna sat in the grass watching Kayden chase Kate around the small patch of wildflowers they’d found earlier. From a distance she looked like she was part of the scene, like she belonged in the calm, fleeting joy of the moment. But I could see it. Her fingers fidgeted with a blade of grass she’d plucked. Her shoulders, though relaxed to the untrained eye, were tense beneath the surface. Her smile was soft but fleeting and it didn’t reach her eyes. Her mind was somewhere else. Somewhere very far away too. I could feel it, even from here. She was worried. Angry. Tired. And though she tried to hide it, I knew her well enough to recognize the cracks in her mask. She was thinking about me. About why I’d brought her back. About what all of this meant. As if she did

Gianna’s POVI curled on the bed, wrapping the blanket tightly around myself trying to drown out the faint sounds of Kate and Kayden wreaking havoc somewhere downstairs. If King wanted us here so badly, he’d have to deal with everything that came with us. That included two unruly kids who had no intention of sparing his sanity. Good. I didn’t even want them to behave. If anything, I was rooting for them to break something valuable. Let him regret dragging us here. Every single second of it too. The room felt too quiet, though. Too still. I sat up, sighing and decided to make myself some creamy coffee. Maybe a hot drink and the book Zoya had lent me would help me calm the storm in my head. I padded barefoot to the small kitchenette and took my time brewing the coffee, savoring the warm, sweet aroma that filled the space. One thing about this place, there is always something to enjoy!As I poured it into a mug, ready to escape back to my window and my book I heard footsteps behind

Gianna’s POVThe hut was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that made you feel small and exposed even when you were surrounded by walls. I tucked Kate into a small bed at the far corner of the room, her little face still tear-streaked but peaceful now. Her tiny hand gripped my finger even in sleep and I stared at her for a moment, brushing her hair back softly willing myself not to cry again. I couldn’t fall apart. Not now. The older woman and her assistants had disappeared somewhere, likely into the back offices I hadn’t noticed before. The hut was bigger than it seemed. Way bigger than a normal hut. Was this their hospital in the pack by any chance? Or exclusive one meant for the Alpha and his circle? Kayden’s shallow breaths from across the room filled the silence, a painful reminder of why we were here. I couldn’t stay in that room a second longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with every sound and every fear clawing at my chest. This is all to

Gianna’s POVI dried my hands on a towel after bathing the children smoothing Kate’s damp hair as she yawned and snuggled closer to Kayden. They were out within moments, breaths soft and even. Watching them always tugged at something deep in me. A mixture of fierce love and guilt I couldn’t shake since we found ourselves back here. I pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads before slipping out of the room. The night air hit me like a balm, cool and crisp agasint my burning skin and yep, heart too. My wolf stirred, eager to stretch her legs. I didn’t fight her. I stripped down, tying my clothes around one of my legs just in case, and shifted with practiced ease. It’s been a minute. My fur was dark and unremarkable compared to the silvery coat of someone like Catherine. Catherine. The thought of her nagged at me, unbidden and unwelcome. Where was she now? She had been so confident, practically glowing as she declared herself the future mother of King’s heirs. Rubbing it on my fac

Gianna’s POVThe sting of Tara’s betrayal was still fresh, a relentless ache that made it nearly impossible to focus on the crying actress on the screen. She let her cheating husband kiss her, tears streaming down her face as if his lips could fix the mess he’d created. I wanted to scream at her, to shake her, to demand why she’d let him hurt her over and over again. But even that frustration couldn’t distract me for long. There is something far more interesting close to me. King’s presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the best and worst ways. His heat radiated beside me, seeping into my skin through the fabric of his coat, which still wrapped me like a second skin. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating and maddening, making it impossible to think about anything else for more than a few seconds. Not Tara. Not Blair. Not even myself. I tried to focus on how I’d break the news to Blair. On how I’d tell her about the betrayal we never saw coming. But then King shifted beside m