All Chapters of Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyria's POVI woke to a world drowned in darkness.At first, confusion gripped me like icy fingers. I blinked rapidly, expecting my vision to adjust — but nothing changed. I couldn’t see a thing. Darkness coated everything, so thick and absolute it was as if I had been swallowed whole.My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, faster with each passing second. I tried to move, but something rough and unforgiving scraped against my skin.It didn't take me too long to realize it was rope. Tight. Coarse. Digging into my wrists and ankles with cruel persistence.Panic exploded in my chest as I jerked against the bonds, the wooden chair beneath me creaking ominously with the sudden movement. The more I struggled, the more the ropes bit deeper, burning my skin, but I couldn’t stop. Instinct screamed at me to fight.A soft whimper broke from my throat.Where am I?What happened to me?I struggled harder, twisting my arms in a desperate bid for freedom, but whoever tied me had done a thoroug

Kael's POVMinutes passed with my ears blocking out the sounds of chaos around me—swords clashing, wolves howling, screams and snarls tearing through the thick, smoky air. Yet none of it reached me. It was like everything had fallen away, leaving only a suffocating silence and a stillness that didn’t belong in the middle of a battlefield.My eyes fixed—unwavering, unblinking—on one figure standing not far from where I stood. My chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic bursts. I didn’t feel my feet on the blood-soaked ground beneath me, didn’t feel the sting of the gash that ran down my forearm. My entire being was paralyzed by disbelief, by dread, by something that shouldn’t be.My breath caught.My knees almost buckled.Because if my eyes weren't malfunctioning, the man in front of me—smirking devilishly, arms folded, posture relaxed as if the world wasn’t burning down around us—was Soren.General Soren, who wasn't only a warlord but my father—even though he wasn't worth being called a

Kael's POVThe battlefield stretched before me like a living, breathing beast—howling, snarling, ripping itself apart with every passing second. Smoke coiled through the air, thick and choking, mixing with the iron-scented blood and the stench of death.I looked beyond Soren’s approaching figure, past the arrogant gleam in his silver eyes and the malice etched into every step he took, to where the real battle was being fought.And damn!… I was proud.Garrick moved like a tempest, his axe swinging wide, cleaving through enemies with brutal efficiency. Beside him, Hood’s form danced like shadow and flame, fast, fluid, a blur of rage and precision. The two of them, back-to-back, fought like they’d been born for war. They didn’t wait to be struck. They charged, met every threat head-on. Just like I’d trained them.My warriors—every last one of them—were outnumbered, but none backed down. Blood stained their armor, cuts and bruises lined their skin, but they fought on. For honor. For thei

Kael's POVI didn't even get the chance to admire how beautiful Lyria's wolf form turned out—sleek silver fur rippling like moonlight on water, eyes burning like wildfire, fangs bared in raw fury. It was the first time I'd seen her shift, and if we weren't neck-deep in chaos, I might have been awestruck. But the weight of Soren's revelation still rang like iron in my head: he was the one who framed Lyria's parents, causing their death indirectly. And now, with a smirk like death itself, he stood there as though he hadn't just shattered a life.While it took me precious seconds to snap out of my shock, Lyria had already reacted. She shot forward with a furious growl, her claws tearing into the ground as she launched herself at Soren like a comet. Her momentum slammed into him with brutal precision, her claws ripping across his face, drawing blood.Soren staggered backward, and for a breath, I thought she'd managed to shake him. But his snarl twisted into a grin, dark magic sparking a

Kael's POVI barely noticed the chaos around me anymore. Despite how I suffered bites and cuts from the enemy wolves who did not fail to leverage my distraction as I tried to fight my way out, my gaze remained fixed on Lyria and my concern for her burgeoned with every passing moment. I had noticed how she had changed earlier and she gained the upper hand in the battle with Soren. But her moment of winning was only short lived. And each of the time I watched Soren cut her, bite her and even hurl her, my heart clenched so tight. Now, every movement she made was full of fire and desperation, but she was holding her own. Against all odds, she was still standing.But for how long?I saw Soren moving toward her, his grin wide, wicked. That bastard had almost knocked her out tonight, and I could feel my rage spike just thinking about it. I needed to get to her now.Nothing else mattered, other than getting to her.I didn’t feel the pain from the wound on my arm. Didn’t care that I was limp