All Chapters of The Alpha and his Cursed Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The council chamber doors loom before me as I balance a tray of refreshments. After last night's punishment, every movement reminds me of his touch. Even now, twelve hours later, my skin tingles where his hand marked me. The bruises have faded thanks to my cursed healing, but the memory burns bright."Remember," Sarah whispers, straightening my silk serving robe, "stay invisible unless called. Like shadows. And whatever you do, don't react to anything they say." Her hands tremble slightly. "The last slave who gasped during council..."She doesn't finish, but her meaningful look says enough. I nod, following her into the dimly lit chamber. Pack leaders fill the circular room, their scents thick with tension and dominance. The air feels heavy with power, making it harder to maintain my walls, to keep my wolf contained.At the center, Alpha Stone commands attention from his carved throne, power radiating from his relaxed pose. He's dressed entirely in black today, the fabric doing nothin

ALEXDawn breaks, and I haven't slept. Her scent lingers in my study – vanilla and jasmine wrapped in lies. I replay her reactions when I laid out my new requirements. The slight tremble in her hands as I showed her the quarters being prepared beside my own, separated only by a single door. The spike of fear in her scent when I detailed her new duties – personal attendant, at my beck and call day and night. Every response feeds my wolf's growing obsession."You'll take your meals with me," I had told her, drinking in how her pulse jumped at my proximity. "Attend my private meetings. Handle my personal correspondence." Each duty another chain binding her closer. "And of course, you'll be responsible for my chambers."The way she paled at that last requirement fed something dark in my soul. She knew what it meant – no more hiding behind other slaves, no more carefully maintained distance. Every morning, every night, she'd be within my reach.Now my wolf paces restlessly, every instinct

ALEX"Border patrol spotted Northern wolves," Marcus's words hang in the air after she flees my study. Her scent lingers, mixed with traces of fear and something darker. Something that made her eyes flash crimson."How many?" I force myself to focus on pack business instead of chasing after her."Three scouts. They retreated when spotted, but..." Marcus hesitates. "They were closer than ever before. Almost like they were testing our response time."I move to the window, watching the sun sink toward the horizon. "Show me."The border patrol's tracks tell an interesting story. The Northern wolves didn't just test our defenses – they circled in a pattern. Searching. Not for weaknesses in our territory, but for something specific."Pull the Mitchell Pack files," I order as we return to my study. "All of them."The documents spread across my desk paint a story that doesn't add up. Birth records show no wolf manifestation. Medical reports claim developmental issues. Territory records mark h

His kiss burns on my lips hours after he left. I pace my quarters, unable to sleep, every nerve ending still alive with the memory of his touch. My wolf whines, demanding we find him, beg him to finish what he started. The taste of his dominance lingers on my tongue, making it impossible to rebuild my shattered defenses.I press my forehead against the cool window glass, watching border patrols sweep the grounds. Somewhere out there, he hunts Northern wolves while I hide in my gilded cage. His last words echo in my mind: "You're mine now, little wolf. Whether you admit it or not."My fingers trace the spot where the silver chain nearly touched my skin. So close to exposure, to ruin. Yet when his lips claimed mine, I almost didn't care. The urge to submit, to bare my throat, to let him see everything terrifies me more than any threat of silver.A child's scream shatters the night.I freeze, ears straining. There – another cry, from the direction of the pack nursery. The sound carries t

The ancient book dangles from his fingers as he blocks my escape. Other slaves fade to the edges of the kitchen, sensing the tension crackling between us. Even Sarah's constant kneading falls silent."You seem unwell." His voice carries deceptive softness. "Perhaps we should discuss your... condition in private."Another wave of heat surges through me, making the room spin. The book in his hand terrifies me more than any silver chain – its worn leather binding promises ancient knowledge, secrets I've spent years hiding."I'm fine, my Lord." The lie tastes bitter. "Just the kitchen heat—""No." He steps closer, power rolling off him in waves that make my wolf whine. "Not the kitchen heat. Something else burns in your blood. Something that calls to every unmated male in the territory." His eyes gleam silver as he inhales deeply. "Something that shouldn't exist in a wolfless slave."I back away until my spine hits the counter. Herbs hanging above my head mask some of my scent, but not en