All Chapters of The Alpha Kings’ Curse Breaker: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

King’s POVThe knock on the door came as I was still processing everything Blair had told me. My focus snapped back to the present, my irritation flaring briefly before I reminded myself to stay composed. I am an alpha and people are coming with their complaints. “Come in.” I called. The door opened and Zoya stepped in. Her face was a mess with puffy eyes, trembling lips and the kind of tension that made it clear she’d been holding back tears. She didn’t wait for an invitation and started moving straight to the desk and sitting down, her movements heavy with exhaustion. This should be interesting. She leaned forward, resting her head on her arms for a moment before finally lifting her gaze to meet mine. “I heard what Blair told you.” She said, her voice small and steady. “And I can explain.” “Go ahead, then.” I folded my arms and leaned back in my chair, studying her.“The person Blair saw asking questions... it’s probably my father.” She hesitated, her fingers twisting toge

Keith’s POVThe bathroom mirror was still fogged up from the hot shower as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around my waist. Steam curled around me as I pushed open the door and stepped into my dimly lit bedroom. My muscles ached from hours of training and even more hours of listening to my brothers strategize, argue and brood. My focus was already on collapsing into bed when I froze mid step. Catherine. She was lying on MY bed completely naked, her pale skin illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the floor to ceiling window. Her long legs were casually crossed, her arm resting under her head and she looked at me with a sultry smile that I was sure she thought was irresistible. “Keith.” She purred, her voice low and silky. “I was starting to think you’d never come out.” My jaw tightened, my eyes narrowing as I took her in. Full breasts, toned stomach, curves that most men would have fallen over themselves to worship, it was all there. Truthfully, she was

Gianna’s POVThe dream was vivid. Too vivid. I stood in the middle of the grand hall I had once called home, the walls are now oppressive. The three Alpha Kings surrounded me, their presence suffocating, their stormy grey eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name but it looks like regret? Desperation? “Gianna.” Kane start with his voice uncharacteristically soft. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out but stopping from my arm. “Please, come back. We need you.” “No.” I replied firmly, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “I’m content where I am. I’ve found peace. I’ve found a life without you.” Keith’s jaw tightened, his frustration bleeding through. He has always been the one I respected most amongst the brothers but no after he did nothing to stop them from hurting me. “You think this is just about us? About what we did? It’s bigger than that, Gianna. The kingdom—” But I had to cut him off. “Don’t.” I interrupted sharply, my glare locking onto him. “Don’t u

Gianna’s POVI collapsed onto the ground with my limbs splayed out like a dead fish as my chest heaved for air. The cool earth felt like a balm against my overheated skin and my glare shot toward King became more dangerous. He stood over me, his arms crossed and a stupid smug smile tugging at his lips. He looked insufferably pleased with himself and somehow, that made him even more maddeningly handsome. Annoyingly so!That smug expression softened the sharp edges of his rugged face making him look younger and much more approachable. For a brief moment, my breath caught in my throat. This man was a goddess’s favorite. It was so easy to forget that beneath the imposing Alpha exterior, King was also human. A man who bled and breathed like the rest of us and yet carried himself like he was forged from fire and iron. Like he was too good to be mortal. Compared to the triplets who exuded a quiet and regal charm, King was all raw power and rough masculinity. Rugged and rough edged as thou

Gianna’s POVThe cabin buzzed with laughter, and the mouthwatering scent of roasted vegetables and slow cooked meat. King, predictably grumbling but secretly pleased, had taken over the kitchen after I dramatically declared that my cooking skills would send the place up in flames. It wasn’t true, well, not entirely, but I knew his food was far better than mine and this night had to be perfect. Liam was bringing his mate. His mate!The news reached me yesterday in the most unexpected way. I’d been chatting with Blair when she casually dropped that the entire pack house was celebrating Liam’s good fortune. At first, I thought she’d meant Tom after all, they both shared the same titl and I’d recently seen Tom with a particularly stunning she wolf in the woods. But Blair had quickly clarified, shaking her head with a knowing smile. "No, not Tom.” She ground out. "Liam. And the pack house is buzzing.” I’d been excited with a tangle of emotions washing over me. Happiness, of course