All Chapters of Offered to the Cursed Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Arianna’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence.It wasn’t eerie or unsettling—just quiet. The kind of quiet that made the sound of the waves outside even louder than it usually was. It was peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that for the first few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, my mind slow to wake, my body struggling between sleep and consciousness.Then, as the haze cleared, I became aware of the faint throbbing in my ankle.Frowning slightly, I pushed myself up, and rubbed my groggy eyes with my hands. I half-expected the pain to be just as bad as last night, but to my surprise, it was barely noticeable. The swelling had gone down significantly, and while there was still some soreness, it was nothing compared to what it had been.I moved my foot carefully, testing it out.It didn’t hurt as much.My brows furrowed.Healing balms were a luxury for me when I lived with Derrick. The few times my mother managed to sneak some to me, it was never the strong

Ryker’s POVThe cold air burned my lungs as I ran through the thick forest, my breath coming out in heavy puffs of white smoke in front of my eyes. The loud pound of my feet against the damp earth should have been enough to clear my mind. It was supposed to be. That was the entire reason I had come out here in the first place—to get away, to get some space, to let myself breathe without her scent clinging to every damn inch of me.But it wasn’t working.I had only been gone for an hour—maybe less—but already, I was restless. Already, my mind had circled back to her more times than I cared to admit.Had she woken up yet?Had she seen the note?Had she opened the damn box?Was she still in bed? Had she eaten? Was her ankle still hurting?Would she even want to see me when I got back?I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, running faster, harder. My muscles burned with the more I pushed myself, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast I ran, no matter how far I went, I couldn’t outrun he

Arianna’s POVEven a day later, I still couldn’t stop thinking about it.The necklace.Ryker’s words.That look in your eyes—that’s why I bought it.I had replayed that moment so many times in my head that it had practically been burned into my memory. I had spent most of the night staring at the delicate silver chain, running my fingers over the diamond as if trying to memorize its every detail. I had never owned anything this beautiful before, but it wasn’t just the necklace itself that made it precious.It was the intention behind it.Ryker had seen me. He had noticed something as small as the way my eyes lit up over a piece of jewelry and had gone out of his way to get it for me. Because I liked it. Because that, to him, was reason enough.My heart softened all over again just thinking about it.I hadn’t seen much of him after that.He had been locked in his room all day, and every time I tried to check in on him, he brushed me off with a simple I’m busy.Then there was dinner.It

_Ryker’s pov_Damn it.I ran a hand through my hair, gripping hard enough to hurt as I paced the length of my room. My chest was tight, breathing ragged, the walls pressing in on me like they wanted to crush me because of just how stupid I was.I had overreacted.I knew it the second I saw the look on Arianna’s face. The second she flinched. The second she stuttered out an apology she didn’t even owe me before rushing out of my room like she couldn’t get away fast enough.I had overreacted. And then I had made it worse by shutting her out after that.I should have said something. Should have gone after her instead of avoiding her like a goddamn coward. But the truth was, I didn’t trust myself not to make it worse. One wrong word, one sharp edge to my tone, and I could’ve snapped. I could’ve proven her right—that I was something to be afraid of.And I couldn’t handle that.But now she was gone.And it was a terrible fucking mistake.I pulled my phone out for the hundredth time and dial

_Ryker’s POV_I couldn’t see anything but red.Even as their bodies lay in shreds at my feet, the rage still burned inside me, hot and insatiable. I could have torn them apart again, limb by limb, made them suffer longer, made them beg for mercy they didn’t deserve.But they were already dead. And it wasn’t enough.Nothing would ever be enough.The scent of blood was thick in the air, mixing with the sharp, pungent stench of piss—their last act of cowardice before I ripped them apart. I didn’t care what the town would think when they woke up to find the remains of these worthless bastards staining their streets. I didn’t care if they feared me, if they whispered about the monster lurking in the shadows.Let them.They had no idea what real monsters looked like.I turned, breath still heaving, my skin sticky with their blood. My gaze locked onto her.Arianna.She was curled against the wall, her body trembling so violently I could feel it in my bones. Her arms were wrapped around herse