All Chapters of Bound To The Cursed Alpha King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Maya’s Point of ViewThe glow of the overhead light illuminated my room, bouncing off the sleek, modern furniture that adorned the space. Despite the comfort surrounding me, the air felt heavy with my rage. I sat at my desk, my fingers drumming rhythmically against the surface as I mulled over every detail, every moment that led to this.Avery. The name alone made my blood boil.How could someone so insignificant stir so much emotion in Kaiden? He looked at her as if she hung the moon as if she was more than just a simple girl in his orbit. It was revolting. She had to go. No, it wasn’t enough for her to disappear, I needed her to suffer in ways no one had before.I needed her death to leave a mark, she needed to be erased in a way that would leave a scar on Kaiden’s heart.She had to suffer.I began my search, carefully. I leveraged my connections with members from other packs, people who owed me favors. It wasn’t long before whispers led me to the outskirts of the pack lands, where

Maya’s Point of View“Alpha!! I bring bad news”As I stood before Kaiden in the grand council room, I poured every ounce of effort into my performance. My voice quivered at just the right moments, my hands trembled as I gestured to the blood-stained dress, and my eyes brimmed with unshed tears. I painted the picture vividly: the rogues, their brutality, my futile fight to protect Avery against herself but had no choice than t kill her.But Kaiden... his reaction wasn’t what I expected.He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, arms crossed over his broad chest as if he were watching a tedious play. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t ask questions, didn’t even narrow his eyes in concern. He just sat there, his gaze cold and distant, as though my words were nothing more than white noise.My heart thudded painfully as doubt began to creep in. Why wasn’t he reacting? Why wasn’t he furious, commanding his warriors to act, to hunt down the rogues who had dared step foot in his pack?

Maya’s Point of ViewThe day I had dreaded more than any other had finally arrived. The air in the pack’s hall was heavy, almost suffocating, as I stood among the crowd of pack members, my heart hammering in my chest. My hands were clammy, my palms slick with sweat, and I found myself constantly wiping them against the folds of my dress.Kaiden had called for a public gathering, a rare and significant event. This wasn’t just another meeting; it was the day he had promised to root out the traitor. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I could feel eyes shifting in the crowd, whispers brushing against my ears like ghostly accusations.When the grand doors opened and Kaiden stepped into the hall, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The Alpha King’s presence demanded obedience, reverence. Everyone, myself included, stood and bowed deeply, murmuring, “Your Highness.”His power rolled off him in waves, so palpable it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.He strode toward his throne a

Kaiden’s Point of ViewAs soon as Caspian and Laura left, the room felt quieter, almost too still. Avery shifted slightly in my lap, her movements hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should be there. Then, with a soft sigh, she tried to stand.I tightened my grip around her waist, gently pulling her back down. “Stay put, Snowy,” I murmured, my voice low but firm.Her body stiffened for a moment, but then she sighed again, this time in reluctant obedience. She settled back against me, though her posture was still a bit stiff. I smirked at how hard she was trying not to appear comfortable.After a moment, she turned her head to look up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Why didn’t you just go after her?” she asked, her tone cautious but inquisitive. “You know she’s the culprit. Why not end it now?”I tilted my head slightly, studying her. The way she spoke, so earnestly, so unaware of the complexity of power and strategy, made her seem both naïve and endearing. I allowed a small

Julian’s Point of ViewThe wind howled through the desolate fields, carrying with it the stench of death and decay that clung to everything like a curse. I stood in the heart of the devastation, my chest tightening as I looked at what remained of my once-thriving pack.The vibrant greenery that once symbolized life and strength was gone, replaced by charred earth and skeletal remains of trees. Every step I took on the scorched ground was a grim reminder of the destruction I had brought upon my people.The packhouses that had once stood tall, filled with laughter and warmth, were now nothing but crumbling ruins. Their walls, blackened by fire, seemed to mourn the lives lost within them. I walked through the remnants of what used to be home, my boots crunching against shards of glass and splinters of wood. The air was thick, suffocating, heavy with despair.“How did it come to this?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.‘You know how, Julian,’ Dexter growled in my