All Chapters of Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Azirah's Pov “Hurry! Wake up, you lazy bags!” A thunderous voice rang out from the old orphanage I was escaping from. It was Miss Ray. “She’s awake?” I froze, my head snapping toward the orphanage, now just a few paces away in the distance. “She’s awake!” I hitched up my loose gown, the fabric threatening to trip me, and bolted. Panic surged through me as I hastened my pace. My feet stumbled on a branch, and I nearly fell, but I managed to catch myself in time. “Don’t let her escape, you clueless blockheads!” Miss Ray snarled, her voice cutting through the night like a whip. I cried out as something sharp jabbed into my foot. The pain shot up my leg like fire, but I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the sound. If they heard me, they’d find me—and that was the last thing I could allow. My heart hammered as I glanced back toward the orphanage. There was no time to check what I’d stepped on, no time to tend to my throbbing foot. I had to run. Run far, far aw

Chapter 3 The mansion loomed before me, a sprawling structure surrounded by a dense forest. The sunlight glinted off the glass panels adorning the house, casting a dazzling brilliance over its surface. Despite its beauty, I moved quickly, slipping into the shadows. My aim was clear—I needed to hear what was being discussed. As I crept closer to the breach where Old Miss Ray stood with a stranger, their voices drifted to me. I pressed myself against the wall, straining to catch their words. “I need the broken Silver Crest,” Miss Ray said, her tone sharp and demanding. “What Silver Crest?” the man asked, his voice deep and steady. “You and I both know which Silver Crest,” she snapped. “No,” he replied, his tone growing colder. “The one I know of has long been extinct. So tell me, which Silver Crest are you speaking of?” She tapped her stick against the ground three times—a habit I knew well, one she always displayed when her patience wore thin or when she felt insulted. Her

Chapter 5 Those words sent a ripple through me, a tingling sensation spreading below my waist, igniting a strange mix of curiosity and fear. I swallowed hard, heat rising to my cheeks as I forced myself to look away. What if he noticed? What if he could read the chaos in my head? Before I could gather myself, the door swung open with a loud creak, slamming against the wall. My heart jolted, and I turned sharply. A figure burst in, his steps hurried and his face pale, but then—he froze. I expected him to recover, to step aside, to say something. But he didn’t. His gaze fell on us, wide-eyed, almost hesitant. “I'm sorry, Alpha!” George stammered, his voice breaking the thick silence. “Don’t you know how to knock?” Nergal’s voice boomed, sharp and commanding, his back rigid as he turned to face George fully. “I... I didn’t know, I just thought—” “What brings you here?” Nergal cut him off, his tone cold enough to freeze fire. George gulped audibly, his hands fidgeting at his

Chapter 7 I winced as I stepped onto the stairs, pain shooting through my leg. For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if it was worth making the long descent. This was the first time I was leaving my room since being brought here. The blue gown draped over me perfectly, as if tailored just for me—or someone exactly my size. I wiped my sweaty palms against the fabric. My nerves tightened. I didn’t know what to expect. I descended slowly, each step deliberate, until I saw him. Dressed in a black suit, his dark hair slicked back, he stood at the bottom of the stairs, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—his piercing gaze never wavered from mine. For some reason, I stopped limping. I straightened my posture, willing myself to appear composed. Presentable. Appealing. His eyes swept over me, head to toe. Admiring. My heart fluttered. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a small, unconscious smile forming. Then, just as I reached the last step, my foot caught on the he

Chapter 9 Nergal's Pov I lay on my bed, my mind racing. Her sweet scent still lingered in the air, intoxicating and familiar. Ever since I found her, my wolf had been unreasonably calm—except when I was far away from her. Tonight, every part of me ached to watch her as she slept, just like every other night. Without a second thought, I left my room and made my way to hers. There she was, lying peacefully, undisturbed. I carefully adjusted the blanket, which was already slipping from her body due to her restless movements. She was a messy sleeper. A small frown creased her face as she murmured something in her sleep, turning onto her side. I wondered what she could be dreaming about to make her frown like that. My gaze drifted down until it settled on her lips—small, heart-shaped, and rosy. My wolf stirred, restless. Every part of me craved her. I leaned forward, drawn to her, our lips just inches apart— The door burst open. "Apologies for the intrusion, Alpha," George