Semua Bab ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : Bab 11 - Bab 20

I’d barely pulled my hand from the stone when I felt it—a shift in the air that had nothing to do with the prophecy and everything to do with who had just stepped into the clearing.Caspian.He stood a few feet from the tree line, arms crossed, mouth set in a firm line. His usual calm wasn’t there. Something sharp had taken its place. He wasn’t hiding it."Nice of you to join us," Ronan said without turning.Caspian stepped forward slowly, boots crunching over leaves. "Didn’t realize this was a private ceremony."Ronan raised a brow. "It wasn’t. But it also wasn’t your name written into stone."Caspian looked at me then. Not just looked—he watched. And the way his eyes lingered, the way his jaw shifted slightly like he was trying to hold back words, said more than anything else."Are you okay?" he asked me.I nodded. "Yeah. Just a little... full.""Of what?"I laughed once, dry. "The weight of the future, apparently."He didn’t smile."We should talk," he said, his voice clipped.Rona

Ronan’s lands didn’t call me—they pulled.It wasn’t logic. It wasn’t curiosity. It was something deeper, something I couldn’t name, only feel. Like the mark itself was tugging invisible strings, leading me back to the one place I swore I wouldn’t return to without backup.And still, I went alone.The sky was bruised with the last light of evening as I moved beyond the northern edge of the estate, following the trail I’d memorized. The trees here leaned close, old bark clawed by wind and time. Everything felt sharper. Quieter. Like the forest was holding its breath.I shouldn’t have been there. Not with the Council watching. Not with someone trying to kill me days ago. But I couldn’t stay away. Not after the prophecy. Not after the poison. Not with everything inside me buzzing with questions and no one willing to give answers.When I reached the stone archway half-sunk in vines, I paused. My boots crunched on gravel. My fingers brushed the edges of the seal. It had been dormant last ti

Sometimes, it only takes one voice to set a forest on fire.The wind hadn't even shifted from our last steps when the howl rose across the treetops. Not a call to gather—a warning. A challenge. A spark tossed onto dry kindling. I didn’t have to guess who lit it.Caspian and I broke into a run.By the time we reached the clearing, the crowd had already formed. Wolves in partial shift, shoulders tense, voices overlapping in chaotic layers. Ronan stood at the edge of the council platform, arms crossed. Kieran and Cian flanked the steps, unmoving. And in the center, framed by the high moon, was Elder Garron.He raised his voice over the noise. "She is not our salvation. She is our curse. The Shadow Prophet spoke, and the signs are clear. Death follows her like a loyal dog."My stomach clenched. Caspian’s growl was low and guttural beside me. I felt the heat off him, the quiet rage bristling beneath his calm.Garron turned, pointing at me as I stepped into view. "She brings unrest, divisio

By morning, I’d have to decide. But morning wasn’t here yet.The council meeting loomed, and the pack still buzzed with rumors. Whispers curled around corners as I walked the halls—snatches of my name, Kieran’s kiss, and what it meant. I ignored them. Or tried to. My thoughts were too loud to pretend to be calm. Every time I stopped moving, the weight of what happened clung to me like a second skin.Ronan found me before sunrise.He didn’t knock. Just appeared in the doorway of the quarters they’d assigned me, arms folded, his expression unreadable."Put on something you can move in," he said. "And hurry."No questions. No explanation. I didn’t ask either. Maybe because I was tired of being out of the loop. Or maybe because a part of me trusted Ronan in ways I hadn’t had time to understand. He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t posture or demand. He moved like he already knew the answers.We didn’t speak as he led me out of the main structure. Past the barracks. Into the dense stretch

It was only a matter of time before the Council came knocking. I just didn’t expect them to do it while Cian still had bandages across half his body.Ronan stood at the front of the hall, arms crossed, jaw set like a blade. Caspian leaned against the wall, shirt bloodstained but posture relaxed in a way that said he was anything but. Kieran paced. Back and forth. Every turn tighter than the last. His boots scraped the stone floor like they were itching to punch holes in something.And me? I stood dead center, trying not to show just how fractured I felt. The air around us crackled with waiting. No one spoke. Not yet. The silence was the sharpest weapon in the room."This is not sustainable," Elder Mora said, voice clipped, measured. "The girl cannot be bonded to four Alphas.""She's not a girl. She has a name," Kieran snapped. He stopped mid-pace, eyes narrowing. "Say it."Mora’s eyes flicked to me, mouth twitching like the very act would poison her. "Seraphina.""Now say it without s