All Chapters of The Alpha's Curse and the Werewitch's Fate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dominic had finally killed the warlock by tearing into his face. He called Cameron to take the body away and perform the dying ritual he deserved, burning him. Now, he was in the bedroom as the pack's healer tended to Elena. Dominic sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists, his gaze fixed on Elena's pale face. Her breathing was steady but shallow, her body still, as if trapped in a restless sleep. The healer's touch had helped, but traces of dark magic still remained in her veins. "How is she?" Dominic asked. "She's stable," the healer assured him. "But there's dark magic inside her. "I'll prepare a concoction and send it over. She should wake up in a few hours." Dominic gave a slow nod. "Thank you." The healer gave a small smile before slipping out of the room, the scent of herbs and old magic trailing in her wake. She closed the door softly behind her, leaving him alone with Elena. Dominic reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from Elena's face. "I

Cameron stepped into his apartment, immediately greeted by the warm, buttery scent of pancakes sizzling on the stove. His stomach rumbled in appreciation as he followed the enticing smell to the kitchen, where he found Regina standing by the stove, her back to him as she flipped the golden-brown pancakes, their edges crisping to perfection.She turned when she heard him. "Good morning," she greeted with a soft smile."Morning," he replied, sliding onto a stool at the kitchen island."I hope I'm not overstepping by making breakfast...""Not at all. Treat this place like home," Cameron replied. She nodded, plating up a serving and sliding it in front of him. "I hope you're not allergic to anything."Cameron glanced at the food: fluffy pancakes with butter and syrup, eggs, and crispy bacon. Then he picked up his fork, inhaling the mouthwatering scent. "Nothing on this plate," he assured her. "And it smells amazing."Regina's smile widened. "Glad to hear that." As she sat down across fr

Freya and Dominic walked side by side, warm coffee cups in hand, as they strolled down the quiet street. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh pastries from a nearby bakery."I still can't believe you used to live here before, and yet, I never knew you," Dominic mused, taking a sip of his coffee."Maybe because you were always my senior."Dominic chuckled. "That's true."She took a sip of her own coffee. "It feels good to be back. Life here is simpler than in the city. I love working at the bar, and now I get to start my cake business. In the city, I wouldn't have a chance, too much competition. But here..." She glanced around at the familiar streets. "Here, there's opportunity.""So what you're saying is, there are more opportunities here than in the city?" Dominic asked."Exactly," Freya said as they arrived at her grandfather's apartment.Dominic slowed his steps, glancing at the old building. "Last time I brought you here, I had to save you from that deranged man."Freya

Dominic popped open the car boot and grabbed the grocery bags. He shut it with a quiet thud before turning to Cameron. "So, how's it going with Regina?"Cameron grinned, adjusting his jacket. "Great, actually. Thinking of asking her to be my girlfriend."As they reached the foyer, Dominic slid his key into the lock and pushed the door open. "You sure that's a good idea? Maybe you should find out who she really is first."Cameron stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "I don't think there's anything to worry about."Dominic hummed in response but said nothing more as he walked to the kitchen. He stepped inside and halted when he saw Elena and Freya.Elena stood by the counter, watching as Freya carefully pulled a tray of cupcakes from the oven, the rich scent of vanilla and caramelized sugar filling the air.Dominic set the grocery bags on the island before wrapping his arms around Elena’s waist, pressing a sweet, tender kiss to her lips.Freya, pretending not to notice, re

Freya arrived home and shut the door behind her with a quiet click. The familiar embrace of home surrounded her, carrying the comforting scent of her grandfather's old books and freshly brewed tea."Gramps?" she called, slipping off her shoes."In the kitchen," came his reply.She made her way inside and found her grandfather at the wooden table, a newspaper spread open in his hands. The soft glow of the kitchen light cast gentle shadows over his weathered face, a cup of freshly brewed tea sitting in front of him."So, how was your day?" he asked, peering at her over his reading glasses, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.Freya let out a breath and sank into the chair across from him. "Great. Really great. Everyone was welcoming, and I baked at least a hundred cupcakes today." She grinned, stretching her arms dramatically. "Pretty sure I have flour permanently embedded in my skin."Jeffery chuckled, setting the newspaper aside. "Sounds like you had a productive day and made yourself