All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Phoebe’s POVTiara was gone, and I should have been satisfied. I had gotten what I wanted, hadn’t I? No more of her in my way, no more of her quiet defiance making my blood boil. No more racking my brain to come up with new and exciting punishments for her. I could only wish that she was not accepted where she was. I could only hope that she'll be faced with misfortune where she was, yet, I wasn’t happy.Because Nina was still here and each time my eyes rested on her, I was once again reminded of who she had been to Tiara.The girl had always been by Tiara’s side, whispering words of comfort, acting as if they were equals. She had never known her place. And now, instead of shrinking into the background like she should have, she kept her head high, acting as though Tiara’s departure didn’t affect her. As though she wasn’t all alone now. She was too confident and too comfortable in the life that was now hers. I hated her. Almost as much as I hated Tiara now..I couldn't watch her have he

Phoebe's POVI leaned back in my chair, letting a lazy smile curl on my lips as I twirled a strand of my golden hair between my fingers. The dining hall buzzed with chatter and laughter, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine thick in the air. The long wooden tables were filled with pack members enjoying the evening meal, their conversations blending into an indistinct hum. But my attention was fixed on one thing—making Luke miserable.Across from me, he sat stiffly, his fingers wrapped around his cup, gaze fixed on the table as if the knots in the wood grain held the secrets of the universe. He had been like this for weeks now. Quiet. Withdrawn. Pathetic.It was almost disappointing.Beside me, Callum, one of the warriors, poured more wine into my cup. His smirk was confident, his eyes filled with something playful—mischief and desire woven together like an unspoken promise. I enjoyed the attention, the way his gaze lingered, the way he leaned in just enough to make his interest c

Tiara's POVThe pack members had left with murmurs about what was coming, what was to be expected and how to prepare for it.I wasn’t part of this pack, not fully. But I was here now, and whether I liked it or not, I was involved.Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked back toward my chambers. The pack house was large, and I was still unfamiliar with most of it. I passed a few wolves in the hallways, but they didn’t speak to me, only offering quick glances before moving on.When I reached my room, I found Liz waiting for me inside. She was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs near the fireplace, her legs tucked beneath her.“There you are,” she said with a smile. “I was wondering if you’d gone into hiding after all that.”I shook my head, closing the door behind me. “I was just… thinking.”Liz studied me for a moment before nodding. “It was a lot, wasn’t it?”“It was.” I walked toward the window, looking out at the pack grounds. “I didn’t expect him to call me out like that.”“

Phoebe's POVI stormed through the halls of the MoonCrown pack house, my hands clenched at my sides. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me. Everything was wrong. Everything.For years, I had made sure Tiara knew her place—beneath me, serving me, obeying me. And now, she was gone. Not just gone, but thriving. It was infuriating. We were yet to get a report from the ForestHowl pack that talked of her misbehaviour or of her being hated by the members of the pack, or even not being accepted. We hadn't heard any of such news and we didn't think it would come as she got to know them better and blend into the pack.If she was a member of the alpha's household, it meant that she was untouchable. It meant that she would be treated as royalty, as member of the alpha's family. This was not how it should have been.She should be miserable, struggling, forgotten. Instead, she was in ForestHowl, under Alpha Nicholas’s protection. Living a life of comfort. How did she manage to tu

Tiara's POVThe gathering was lively, filled with laughter, voices overlapping in warm conversation. The courtyard behind the packhouse was bathed in golden torchlight, casting flickering shadows over the long wooden tables where warriors and pack members sat, plates piled high with roasted meat, fresh bread, and steaming vegetables. The scent of grilled venison and spiced ale was thick in the air, mingling with the crisp night breeze.I sat near the end of one of the tables, a little apart from the loudest chatter. It was easier to watch from here.I liked watching.It was simpler than speaking, easier than pretending I belonged in the middle of all this.Nicholas, however, thrived in it.He moved with effortless authority, drifting from one group to another, exchanging brief words with warriors, nodding respectfully at the elders, and offering rare, small smiles to the pups who ran up to him before their mothers gently pulled them away. His presence commanded attention without him n