บททั้งหมดของ Cursed Alpha, Chosen Love: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“I don’t care what they think, Kaelan. You made the right choice.”Rhea’s voice cut through the silence as they walked side by side, their boots crunching against the gravel path leading back to the city. The forest loomed around them, still tinged with the remnants of the battle. The cool night air carried the faint scent of blood and ash, but the world was finally still, the echoes of chaos fading behind them.Kaelan didn’t respond right away. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the faint lights of the city glimmered in the distance. The weight of what had just happened still hung over him like a shroud. Zane was defeated. The Dark Wolves were no more. But the scars of their confrontation ran deep—on his body, in his soul, and in the woman walking beside him.“I spared him,” Kaelan said at last, his voice low, almost a growl. “And now, they’ll question me. They’ll wonder if I’m still strong enough to lead.”Rhea stopped, grabbing his arm and forcing him to face he

“Why should we believe you’ve changed, Kaelan?” Elder Maren’s voice cut through the tense silence like a sharp blade. Her gray eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto Kaelan as if daring him to flinch. Around the long wooden table, the other elders and prominent members of the pack exchanged uncertain glances, their faces a mixture of skepticism and lingering fear. Kaelan didn’t flinch. Instead, he met Maren’s gaze head-on, his jaw tightening. “Because I have no choice but to change,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity. “I’ve made mistakes—grave ones—but I’m here now, not as the Alpha I once was, but as someone willing to earn back your trust. I’m not asking for your forgiveness today. I’m asking for a chance to prove that I deserve to lead you again.” “Earn our trust?” Another voice chimed in, this time from the far end of the table. It was Daryn, a younger member of the pack who had risen to prominence during Kaelan’s absence. His tone was laced with bitte

“Do you even understand what you’re risking?” Magnus’ gravelly voice cut through the tension like a blade. His steel-grey eyes locked onto Kaelan’s, unflinching, as though daring him to argue. Kaelan narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “I don’t have a choice, Magnus. You think I’d willingly walk into this mess if I didn’t have to?” Magnus scoffed, a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “You’ve always been stubborn, Kaelan. But this? This isn’t just about you.” He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over the dimly lit clearing. “Do you know what Zane is after?” Kaelan’s silence was answer enough. “Of course, you don’t,” Magnus continued, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Heart of the Moon isn’t just some relic. It’s power—raw, unfiltered power. If Zane gets his hands on it, he won’t just destroy you. He’ll tear apart every pack, every bond, every shred of balance we’ve fought to protect.” Rhea, who had been standing a few feet back, step

“Are you trying to get us all killed?” Elder Maren’s voice echoed sharply through the forest clearing, her piercing gaze locking on the young werewolf before her. Tension crackled in the air like a storm ready to break. The rest of the pack stood in a loose circle, their bodies rigid, breaths shallow, as if afraid to disturb the fragile balance of the moment. The accused, a wiry young man named Jarek, shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her glare. His hands fidgeted at his sides, his eyes darting nervously around the pack. The faint moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Maren stepped closer, her silver hair glinting like a blade in the dim light. “Don’t lie to me, boy. We found the markings. The signals you left for Zane’s scouts.” Her tone was sharp, unforgiving, cutting through the thick air like a knife. A murmur rippled through the pack, some growling low in their throat

"You're back... and you brought trouble with you, didn’t you?" The voice was sharp, accusing, and full of doubt. Kaelan turned to see Marcus, the pack’s interim leader, stepping out from the shadows of the forest clearing. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, and his amber eyes glared at Kaelan with a mix of hostility and wariness. Kaelan let out a slow breath, his hands clenched at his sides. He had expected this reaction. After all, it had been years since they’d last seen him—years since he had been cast out. "We don’t have time for this," Kaelan said, his voice low but firm. "Zane is coming, and if you’re not ready, this pack won’t survive." Marcus scoffed, stepping closer, his towering figure looming over Kaelan. "And why should we trust you? You think we’ve forgotten what you did? The way you ruled this pack like a tyrant? You’re not our Alpha anymore, Kaelan. You’re nothing." Rhea, standing a few feet behind Kaelan, stiffened. She could feel the tension in the air, c