All Chapters of The Alpha's Curse and the Werewitch's Fate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As the pack chatted and laughed, Regina’s smile slowly faded. Her gaze drifted beyond them, their voices fading into a distant hum. Her eyes lost focus, staring past them into a space only she could see. Something about the wings, the smell, and the warmth of the atmosphere stirred a memory she had buried deep.The world around her blurred, slipping into another time, another place. The clinking of dishes replaced the present sounds, and when she blinked, she was no longer standing with the pack. She was a child again, sitting in a dimly lit restaurant across from a familiar face.Young Regina, then known as Sasha, rubbed her full stomach after devouring ten chicken wings. She eyed the empty plate in front of her and whispered, her voice small but grateful, "Thank you, Dominic."Young Dominic grinned, his boyish face radiating warmth. "I'm just happy to see you full and smiling again. Don’t ever cry, Sasha."Watching from the present, Regina felt her chest tighten. A pained smile tou

Elena slipped into her nightdress, the silky fabric gliding over her skin as she climbed into bed beside Dominic. She curled into him beneath the covers, but sleep felt far away. Her mind was restless, tangled in the echo of Regina’s words."I can’t believe Regina said that," she murmured, staring at the ceiling. "What if it’s true? What if my mother is using me to get information? If she’s working with a sorcerer, she could see through my eyes... hear everything I hear."Dominic turned to face her, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. His crimson eyes met her golden ones. "Listen to me, darling," he said softly. "Don’t let Regina’s words get in your head. She was just trying to stir trouble.""But if she, a nobody, can think it, others might too," Elena said. "I don’t want to put you or the pack in danger.""Elena," Dominic said, his voice firm but tender, "when I look into your eyes, even when you simply smile, I know, deep in my soul, that you’re mine. You’re my mate.

Dominic stood in front of the wooden door of an old apartment and knocked. A moment later, it creaked open, revealing an elderly yet fit man—strong despite his age—standing in the doorway. His sharp eyes studied Dominic with a knowing intensity."Hello, godfather," Dominic greeted."Come in," Matthew said, stepping aside to let him in. As Dominic walked inside, Matthew added, "I knew you were coming. Have a seat."Dominic settled onto the worn leather sofa in the dimly lit living room. Shadows danced along the walls from the nearby fireplace."What do you think is going to happen?" he asked, his jaw tight with unease.Matthew sat across from him. "I can’t tell you exactly what’s coming. But I can tell you this—it’s about you and Elena.""Elena and me? Is something wrong? Why can’t you tell me more?"Matthew exhaled slowly as if the years had suddenly caught up to him. His gaze drifted, lost in memories only he could see."All I can say is—it’s happening soon. Someone from your past is

Dominic stepped aside as Jasmine and Margaret entered. Margaret's hands were slick with blood, her claws out, deep gashes running along her arms. Jasmine wrapped her in an oversized cloak, holding her steady, her face a mix of exhaustion and quiet fury.Dominic's gaze darkened. "What happened?"Elena's breath caught as she rushed forward, eyes wide with shock. "Maggie! What happened?" Her voice trembled as she grabbed her bag from the sofa. "I'll call the healer." She reached for her phone inside the bag and disappeared into the kitchen, the scent of her cooking lingering in the air."Jake did this to her. Again," Jasmine replied.Dominic's eyes flicked to Margaret, whose shoulders slumped in defeat. His voice hardened. "Meg, I'm done listening to your excuses. This time, I'm not letting you brush it off. He's done this too many times. He gets drunk, fights with his wife, and takes it out on you. And with his violent outbursts? One day, he's going to lose control and attack a human. I

They sat scattered around the living room, soft music playing in the background and the warm glow of lamps casting gentle light over the space. A bottle of rosé sat open on the coffee table, half-empty, while glasses glinted in their hands—half-sipped.Margaret, curled up beside Jasmine on the couch, looked over at Dominic. “Thank you… really. For everything.”Dominic lifted his glass slightly in acknowledgement. “You’re welcome. But now, whatever the council decides about Jake… we’ll have to accept it.”Margaret’s expression faltered, a flicker of sadness crossing her face as the weight of those words settled over her. She nodded slowly.“Everything’s going to be alright, Meg,” Cameron said, trying to sound hopeful.Jasmine gave him a look. “And what do you know?”Cameron smirked. “What I do know is—Meg, if you need a place to crash tonight, my place is always open.”Margaret gave him a small, grateful smile and shook her head, turning to Jasmine. “Thanks, Cam, but I’ll stay with Jas