All Chapters of Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lyria's POVThe moment the question left my lips — “Do you really want to know the truth?” — I noticed a sudden change in Ivy's demeanor.Her laughter died mid-giggle, and her eyes widened like a startled deer caught in a hunter’s snare. Fear. Raw, unfiltered fear clouded her features before she quickly masked it behind a shallow, forced smile.Without missing a beat, she grabbed Hood’s arm, her fingers tightening like claws around him. She giggled again, louder this time, almost unnaturally, like she was trying to bury the tension beneath a veil of humor."Come on, Hood," she said lightly, but I caught the frantic undertone she couldn't quite hide. "Let's not waste any more time here."Before Hood could protest, she was dragging him away, her steps quick and almost desperate. Hood glanced back at me, confusion furrowing his brows, but Vanessa gave a sharp tug, forcing him to move faster.As they retreated down the corridor, Vanessa cast a brief look over her shoulder — stylishly, so

Kael's POVGradually, my eyes fluttered open to another morning. I didn't bother to look around. There was no need. The room, the air, the emptiness—it was all the same as yesterday. And the days before that. I just stared into vacancy, my gaze locked onto nothing In particular, my mind heavier than my body.Although I felt better now, I had long lost count of how many days I had woken up to find myself still miserable and broken.But amidst all the bitterness, I couldn't deny the deep, aching gratitude I owed Mira once again. She had saved my life—again—just like she had healed my sight all those years ago, when I had given up on myself. It was this same Mira who nursed me when death loomed too close, who placed herself between me and the shadows clawing to take me. It was Mira who brewed the herbs that helped me sleep away the endless, soul-crushing hours when my body was too battered to move and my mind too fractured to hope.I didn't have to lie awake each night drowning in help

Kael's POVMira folded her arms and shook her head in dismay at me, her lips pressed into a thin, silent line. She didn't say a word, but I understood that look well enough—it was a look that screamed you're foolish but I won't waste my breath.Pushing past the throbbing ache in my ribs, I scrambled up to my feet as regally as I could muster, wiping my hands against my trousers like it was all nothing but a minor stumble. I flashed Mira a crooked smile, one that barely concealed the sharp pang in my side. "I just lost my footing," I said breezily.Her frown deepened, but I didn't give her the chance to protest. In moments, I was out of that chamber again, my gait steady despite the muted fire of pain burning through my body.Far be it from me that I walked back into the palace like a weakling.The palace corridors were quiet this early at dawn, bathed in a cool, gray light that leaked in from the high windows. My eyes darted around as I walked—searching for a familiar figure. Searchin

Kael’s POVThe sound of Ivy’s sobs faded into the corridor as she stumbled away from my room, her figure crumpled with shame and fear. I remained standing by the door for a long moment, my fists clenched at my sides, breathing deeply to restrain the storm rising within me.How dare she?What did she think she would gain by trying to paint Lyria—my mate—as a monster?The betrayal was bitter in my mouth, but beneath it bloomed something so fierce and powerful it nearly stole my breath: relief.Lyria was the same girl.The same girl whose face, though blurred by the smoke and fear of that night, had haunted my dreams ever since.I could still remember the weight of her tiny body in my arms, the way she clung to me as if I were her last hope, and the devastating guilt that gnawed at my bones when I went back for the others but didn’t make it back the same. I had lost my sight for weeks, barely surviving.And now, fate had wound its thread once again, tying us back together.A stunned, alm

Lyria's POVI paced furiously along the cobblestone pathway, my boots making soft thuds against the damp stones. The palace grounds were eerily quiet, the sun sinking into the horizon, casting everything in an orange gloom. My heart raged just as fiercely as the storm brewing inside the clouds above.Days had passed since the cruel revelation I found in that history book had sliced through me, days since I swore I would have my vengeance. Yet here I was, still stewing, still simmering, still plotting my first act of rebellion and pain against him—the King who had ruined my life... the bloodline that had destroyed my parents.I clenched my fists so hard that my nails bit into my skin. I needed to act. I needed to strike.As I turned a sharp corner of the palace gardens, my eyes fell upon something.The Fountain.It stood proudly in the center of the courtyard, its crystalline waters cascading down intricate carvings of ancient wolves locked in an eternal dance. I stopped in my tracks,