All Chapters of Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyria's POVI stood outside Mira’s door, arms crossed tightly against my chest, my mind spinning in worried circles.Kael and Garrick flanked me on either side, silent, equally tense. Hood had just returned to join us after carrying Ivy into Mira’s quarters, and even now, he paced restlessly like a caged wolf, his boots scuffing the floor.None of us knew what to say. Ivy had been laughing, joking, only moments before she crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The memory played over and over in my mind, and no matter how many times I replayed it, I found no sense in it.“Hood,” I said quietly, turning to him, “did you notice anything before? Anything at all? Was she feeling unwell?”He shook his head with a rough exhale, running a hand through his hair. “No. Nothing. She was fine. More than fine.” His voice cracked slightly, betraying the fear he was trying so hard to suppress. “She was laughing... she was teasing me... and then—” He broke off, frustration and help

Lyria's POV The moment Kael’s lips brushed against mine, a shiver of longing rippled through me. I didn't even let his touch linger too lightly. Instinctively, my lips parted, granting him entrance, and he seized it without hesitation. His mouth explored mine with a fervor that left no part untouched, his tongue sweeping against mine like two acrobatic dancers lost in an endless, mesmerizing rhythm.My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer until there was no space left between us. The heat of his body enveloped me, and his scent — wild, masculine, entirely Kael — clouded my senses, leaving me drunk with desire.His hands roamed my back with slow, possessive strokes, as though mapping every inch of me into memory. Every caress was both reverent and demanding, awakening every nerve under my skin. He kissed me deeper, as if trying to etch his soul into mine, and my knees buckled slightly under the weight of the passion building between us.Kael groaned against

Kael’s POVThe crumbling of the sacred fountain had weighed heavily on me since I learnt of its desecration. I thought its destruction would spell doom for me, for the pack, for everything I was sworn to protect. But as I stepped out of my room now, my heart hammering against my ribs and mind spiraling into chaos, I realized something far worse had taken root in my soul.It wasn’t the fountain. It wasn’t the looming threat against the pack.It was Lyria.Lyria was in danger, and worse, I couldn’t feel her because I didn't get to mark her yet.Panic, raw and unfamiliar, churned inside me as I moved through the palace halls. Regret gnawed at my insides like a feral beast. I cursed myself over and over with every heavy step I took.Why had I listened to her when she said she didn’t need a guard?Why had I held back last night when my instincts had screamed at me to mark her?If I had marked her, I would have felt her through the bond — the tether that would have connected our souls no ma

Lyria's POVThe soft, steady beat of Kael’s heart was the first thing I heard when I slowly drifted back into consciousness. His arms were wrapped securely around my waist, his body pressed against my back, anchoring me to him as if even in sleep he feared letting me go.The memory of last night rolled over me in heated waves, painting my cheeks pink as I slowly sat up, careful not to wake him. A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it—half from the soreness between my thighs, half from the sweet, aching memory of him claiming every part of me so tenderly, so passionately, as if I were the air he breathed.My fingers brushed against my lips, remembering how he kissed me—how he whispered that I was his whole world between each breathless caress. I hadn’t known it could feel like that...like every part of my soul had been set ablaze.Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize Kael was now awake until I felt his lips on the crook of my neck which reminded me of his promise to me last

Kael's POV The moment Hood and Garrick returned to me again after the second search in the elders chambers, their faces grim and dust-streaked, my heart plunged into an abyss so deep I could barely stand.“No sign of her, my King,” Hood rasped, his voice heavy with regret. “We searched every elder’s chamber. Every hidden corner.”Garrick shook his head solemnly beside him. “No trace of Lyria. Nothing.”I staggered where I stood, my knees weakening against the onslaught of despair crashing through me. I didn’t care anymore that I stood before the very people I ruled, didn’t care about the several curious, half-mocking eyes watching me. The weight in my chest was too much. My legs buckled, and I almost sank to the ground like a broken man.But before I could fall, strong hands gripped my arms — Garrick on one side, Hood on the other.“My King—!” Hood hissed urgently under his breath, steadying me. “Don’t do this—don't show them weakness.”“Please, sire,” Garrick whispered, his voice th