All Chapters of Bound To The Cursed Alpha King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Julian’s Point of ViewFive hours had passed, five long, agonizing hours of relentless torment. Lucio and I remained on our knees, blood pooling around us, our fists ramming against our skulls with a force that would have killed a lesser wolf. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, a grim reminder of our helplessness.As an Alpha, my healing abilities were thrice as fast as a regular werewolf's, but that wasn’t the reprieve it should have been. Every time a wound closed, my fists would open it again, the cycle of healing and self-inflicted injury an endless loop of agony. It was sheer torture.Each punch sent waves of pain coursing through my body, but worse than the pain was the humiliation. An Alpha, reduced to this—a powerless puppet at the mercy of a voice that had stripped away all semblance of control.The air around us was heavy, oppressive, as if mocking our struggle. My fear for the King grew with each passing moment, and with it, resentment burned in my chest. Ho

Avery’s Point of ViewI woke up with a dreadful feeling as I laid my hands on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. What was going on? I thought as I continued holding onto my chest. A few minutes later, I was able to put myself together, then I walked out of my room.I still couldn’t believe the princess treatment I was getting here, everything felt so unreal. My skin was started to glow and retain its original colour, my hair had doubled in length and was very healthy.Laura practically treated me like family, she treated me like her own junior sister, something my own blood sister, Sophia had never done before. I sighed utterly as all the painful memories started flooding in my mind.Sophia had always been hostile to me since our childhood. She practically hated me and would do anything to see me suffer or dead. Even now, the memory of that fateful day clawed its way back to my mind, stirring a storm of bitterness in my chest.I clenched my fists as the memory played vividly in

Kaiden’s Point of View“As of today, we are cutting off our alliance with these two packs; The Moonwalker Pack and The Krypta Clan.” I paused so that the people in the room could take in the news.The elders turned to each other as they started whispering, having had enough, I raised my hands and spoke with an icy tone, “If you have opinions or dissatisfactions, I would prefer for you to say them rather than for you to whisper within yourselves, knowing fully well that I can hear every single word you say”I let my gaze sweep across the room, catching the faint unease in their eyes. I’d just finished speaking when an elder on the far side of the table rose to his feet. His movements were slow and deliberate, and his expression carried a cautious determination. I knew where this was going even before he opened his mouth.“Your Highness,” he began, his tone deferential but firm. “If I may… it wouldn’t be wise to completely cut off the Krypta Clan and the Moonwalker Pack. While their cri

Kaiden’s Point of ViewI grabbed the man’s arm in an iron grip, my voice low and laced with venom. “Get your hands off her.”Both of them froze. The man blinked, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. Snowy’s violet eyes widened, her mouth slightly open as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.“Alpha Kaiden,” the man stammered, his tone a mix of surprise and fear. “I didn’t….”“Did I stutter?” I growled, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. My gaze bore into his, daring him to challenge me. “Put. Her. Down.”Snowy, still in his arms, quickly placed a hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Derrick,” she said softly, her voice calm yet confused. “You can let me down.”Derrick hesitated, his gaze darting between Snowy and me, before he finally complied, gently setting her on her feet. She adjusted her dress, her expression a mix of concern and bewilderment as she looked at me.“What are you doing here, Alpha?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral but laced with curiosi

Avery’s Point of ViewAs I raised my head, my cheek still stinging from the slap, my gaze locked onto her Maya, the same nuisance from the boutique. She stood before me, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk as she crossed her arms, clearly reveling in her perceived victory.“You,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. “We meet again. This time, you’ll pay for humiliating me back then.”The sting on my cheek and her audacious words only fueled my anger. I straightened my posture, letting a slow, mocking smile spread across my lips.“Are you still on about the boutique?” I asked, my tone light but laced with sarcasm. Then, with deliberate slowness, I added, “Or is it the live recording of you in your undies? Maybe it’s the part where you fell flat on your face? Or could it be when you tried to steal my dress?”Maya’s confident smirk faltered, and she began to glance nervously at the crowd forming around us. Murmurs rippled through the gathering as people whispered to one anoth