All Chapters of Cursed Alpha, Chosen Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I’m not going anywhere, Kaelan!” Rhea’s voice was sharp, almost trembling with anger, as she stood firm in front of the door. Her arms were crossed, her chin tilted slightly upward, and the look in her eyes was one that dared him to challenge her again.Kaelan exhaled heavily, running a hand through his dark hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the early evening sun filtering through the curtains. His broad frame loomed in the small space, a storm of frustration and desperation brewing in the depths of his piercing eyes. “Rhea, this isn’t up for discussion,” he growled, his voice low but laced with a dangerous edge that betrayed his rising temper. “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with. This isn’t just some fight—you could get killed.”“And you think I don’t know that?” she snapped back, her voice rising with defiance. “You think I’m blind to the fact that Zane would tear me apart just to hurt you? I’

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Kaelan’s voice was sharp, laced with anger and desperation as he stormed toward her. His boots crunched against the forest floor, the sound loud and quick, mirroring the chaos in his chest. Rhea didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, her back straight, her arms at her sides. The faint glow of dawn seeped through the canopy of trees, casting her in a pale light. Her calmness only infuriated him further. “I’m doing what has to be done,” she replied, her voice steady but soft. Kaelan grabbed her arm, his grip firm but trembling. “No, you’re not. You’re doing something reckless. Something stupid.” She pulled her arm free, her expression hardening. “This isn’t your decision to make, Kaelan.” “Like hell it isn’t!” he snapped. “This isn’t just about you, Rhea! You think throwing yourself in harm’s way is going to fix everything? You think risking your life is the answer?” Her eyes flashed with anger now, matching his. “I don’t think, Kae

"You think you can stop me?!" Zane’s roar shook the cavern walls, his voice carrying the weight of menace and rage. His figure, now fully wolf-like, towered over Kaelan, his claws glinting in the dim, flickering light of the Heart of the Moon. The artifact pulsed in his hand, glowing brighter with each passing second. The ground beneath them trembled as the air grew thick with power. Kaelan didn’t flinch. Blood dripped from his knuckles, his body battered from the relentless fight. But his golden eyes burned with a fierce determination, even as the beast within him clawed at the edges of his mind, begging to be set free. His voice was low, rough, but steady. "This ends now, Zane. I won’t let you destroy everything—not her, not the pack, and not me." Zane sneered, his lips pulling back to reveal sharp, glistening teeth. "You’re a fool, Kaelan. You’ve always been a fool. You think you’re different now? That you’re better?" He laughed, a guttural, mocking sound that echoed through th

“Do you really think you can erase years of tyranny with a few noble gestures?” The sharp accusation cut through the air like a blade. Kaelan stopped mid-step, his hand still clutching the edge of the broken wooden post he’d been working to replace. He turned slowly to face the challenger, his jaw tightening as he met the fiery gaze of Eryn, one of the older pack members. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her stance defiant, a mix of anger and pain radiating from her. The small square of the village was eerily quiet. The rest of the pack, busy rebuilding what had been destroyed during Zane’s attack, had frozen in place. All eyes were on them now.“I’m not trying to erase the past,” Kaelan said, his voice steady but low. “I’m trying to fix what I’ve broken.”Eryn’s bitter laugh echoed harshly. “Fix? You think you can fix this? The families torn apart, the lives you ruined? You ruled with fear, Kaelan. You didn’t lead us—you controlled us. And now, just because you’ve decided to p

“Kaelan, you need to come outside,” Rhea’s voice was sharp, almost trembling, as she stood in the doorway of the cottage. Her hands clutched the edge of the wooden frame, her knuckles turning white. Kaelan glanced up from where he was sharpening a blade at the kitchen table. The sound of the whetstone scraping against steel halted mid-motion. He noticed the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders tensed like a drawn bow. Something wasn’t right.“What is it?” he asked, his voice low, cautious. Her lips parted, but no words came out immediately. Instead, her eyes darted to the forest behind her, the thick shadows of the trees almost swallowing the edges of the clearing. Finally, she managed, “I don’t know who they are… but they’re asking for you.”Kaelan rose in one fluid motion, his instincts kicking in before his thoughts had time to catch up. He slid the blade into the leather strap at his waist and strode towards her. “What do you mean, ‘they’? How many?”“Two,” Rhea said, s