Semua Bab Cursed Alpha, Chosen Love: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The air crackled with tension as Kaelan and Alaric faced each other in the heart of the ruined temple, the remnants of ancient power still lingering in the cold stone beneath their feet. The full moon overhead cast jagged shadows, illuminating the raw hostility in their eyes. The pack had fallen silent, forming a loose circle around them, watching—waiting."You were never fit to lead," Alaric sneered, his stance unwavering. "You ruled with fear, and now, stripped of your strength, you're nothing but a man clinging to broken power."Kaelan’s jaw clenched, the shard pulsing against his palm. A deep, burning force throbbed within him, tempting him to let go—to surrender to it. "And you think your way is better?" His voice was low, guttural. "You think mercy makes you stronger?"Alaric's expression didn't waver. "Strength is knowing when to fight and when to stop. You only ever knew how to destroy."Kaelan moved first. A blur of motion, a fist swinging toward Alaric’s jaw. But Alaric was

"This is a mistake."The words cut through the air like a blade. Dorian, one of Kaelan’s oldest warriors, stood rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces in the room. The emissaries from the neighboring pack sat across from him, their expressions unreadable, yet the tension was palpable.Kaelan exhaled slowly, keeping his temper in check. “We didn’t call this meeting to trade insults.” His voice was low, firm. “We’re here to find common ground.”A scoff came from the other side of the table. It was Tobias, the Beta of the visiting pack. “Common ground?” He leaned forward. “You expect us to forget decades of bloodshed and just—what? Hold hands?”A murmur of agreement rippled through both sides. The weight of history loomed over them. Betrayals, border skirmishes, and long-standing grudges were not so easily erased.Rhea, seated beside Kaelan, lifted her chin. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. “No one is asking you to for

He opened the book.The pages were brittle but intact, inked with a language neither of them had seen in centuries. It wasn’t just old—it was ancient.Rhea’s fingers traced the curling script. "This isn’t just any text, Kaelan. This is… prophecy."His gaze snapped to hers."What?"She swallowed hard. "Look at this passage here. It talks about a cursed bloodline, a fallen Alpha, and a bond strong enough to break fate itself."Kaelan’s stomach twisted. "You think it’s about us?"Rhea hesitated. "I don’t know. But it’s incomplete—look at these missing sections. Without the full text, we can’t be sure if this is a blessing… or a warning."Silence stretched between them.Kaelan’s mind raced. He had fought his entire life against the chains of his past, against the mistakes that had carved scars too deep to heal. And now, to be faced with something that suggested his fate was already written? He didn’t know if he could accept that."We need to take this to the council," Rhea said finally.K

This isn't over, Kaelan."Kaelan’s fingers clenched around the armrest of his chair. Zane’s last words still echoed in his mind, a ghost refusing to be exorcized. Even in defeat, the bastard had found a way to haunt him. The village had begun to rebuild, but the scars—both seen and unseen—would take far longer to heal.Rhea sat across from him, her hands curled around a warm mug, eyes distant. The dim candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows on the walls of their shared home. For the first time in a long while, Kaelan didn’t feel the weight of solitude pressing against his chest. And yet, the silence between them now felt heavier than ever.“You’re brooding again,” Rhea murmured, taking a sip of her tea.Kaelan exhaled sharply. “I’m thinking.”She arched a brow. “Same thing.”His lips twitched, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t believe Zane is truly gone, do you?”Rhea’s grip tightened around the mug. “He didn’t die with regret. He died with vengeance in his e

"Kaelan." Torin’s tone was measured, but there was no mistaking the wariness in it. His fingers twitched at his sides, a wolf barely restraining its instincts. For a moment, neither leader moved. Then, Torin’s gaze shifted to Rhea, who stood just behind Kaelan’s right shoulder."You’re the one who called for this meeting," Torin noted, his expression unreadable."I am," Rhea confirmed, stepping forward. "Because I believe this fight is bigger than whatever grudges remain between us."Torin let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Grudges? That’s putting it lightly."Kaelan bristled. "If you're just here to revisit the past, save your breath."Torin's expression hardened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he glanced back at his own people. One of them—a younger woman with dark braids and wary eyes—gave a barely perceptible nod.Torin exhaled. "We’ve seen the movements near the old border. We know the kind of threat you’re talking about. And we know we’re not strong enough to take t