บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Lyria's POV I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The moment Garrick pressed his claws harder against Ivy’s throat, a low, guttural cry tore through her lips. My heart felt like it cracked, splitting in two as her voice echoed in the bloodstained field. Her eyes—wide and glistening with panic—locked onto Hood, pleading. Not just for her life, but for their unborn child.I would have blamed Ivy for not staying indoors with Mira. For coming out to endanger her life and the one growing inside her. But then, I know what a mate bond is capable of. I know just how much one won't be at peace until you are with your mate and you're sure your mate is okay."Finish what I started, Hood!" Garrick shouted, his voice soaked in venom. "Kill the king. Kill his mate. Or I’ll slice her throat right now."My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Kael was still bleeding, resting against the rubble behind me, his breaths shallow, but his eyes burning with fury. Garr

Lyria's POV Ivy lay on the ground, writhing in pain as blood pooled beneath her. Her face was pale, and her breaths came in shallow rasps. My hand shot to my mouth as the horror of what had just happened weighed down on me like stone. Hood's roar of anguish cracked through the air as he charged at Garrick like a storm, but before he could reach him, Soren stepped forward with startling speed and strength."No!" I gasped.Soren’s arm lashed out, catching Hood by the shoulder and spinning him around before slamming him to the ground with terrifying force. He pinned him there with one knee against his spine, his fingers curled tight around Hood’s arm. His grip was like a vice."See where your loyalty to the wrong person has ended you," Soren told him with a devilish smirk, his voice slow and mocking.Hood growled beneath him, his body straining against the hold, his eyes still burning with the fire of vengeance. But Soren was stronger—a brutal kind of strong that didn't just crush bone

Kael's POV The clash of claws between Hood and Garrick echoed through the darkened field like the clash of thunder against the sky. The fury between them was relentless, but Hood—despite his fury—was beginning to falter now. Garrick landed blow after blow, each strike more savage than the last. Blood matted their fur, and yet they didn't stop. Hood's cries were pained, but his determination burned on like a fire refusing to be extinguished.But while their battle raged on in a brutal dance of fury and blood, my attention—like the earth itself—gravitated toward Lyria and Soren.Lyria’s voice cut through the air like a sword drawn from its sheath. "You lie, Soren!” she snapped at him, her voice layered with a power older than time. “I am the rightful Queen to that throne!" And I will never let you have it!"The air seemed to shiver in response.Soren’s expression twisted into something demonic, as though her words clawed into the very rot at his core. His eyes darkened with rage, and

Kael's POV It had gotten to a point I couldn't number how many things have shocked me this very night.One of them that hit the most was Hood — my friend, my beta, my brother-in-arms — had just thrown himself at Magnus like a lost child and called him father.Even a friend to my enemy was definitely my enemy, let alone one who calls my enemy father—whether biological or not.I couldn't bring myself to understand how betrayals were flying everywhere as though they were free gifts of nature. Father.The word kept echoing in my head, over and over, louder than the roar of any battle, until it felt like it would split my skull open.I stood there, rigid, the cool evening air chilling the sweat on my skin, unable to move or even draw a full breath.But as I thought about it again and recalled that Magnus ' entire being brims with magic, I reckoned this had to be some kind of spell. Some dark sorcery that Magnus had woven over Hood. Because there was no other explanation.Because I rememb

Lyria's POVI had already closed my eyes in fright, bracing myself for the inevitable. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound. I clenched my jaw, preparing for the sharp, unforgiving pain I was sure would come when the spears tore into my body.But then… I landed.Not with a jarring, flesh-tearing pain, but with a thud — firm, yet strangely gentle.There was no agony searing through my back, no sensation of cold steel ripping through me.Confused and trembling, I hesitated for a moment before daring to crack my eyes open. My heart still raced wildly in my chest as my gaze adjusted to what was around me.And there he was.Kael.Holding me tightly in his arms.I gasped, overcome with shock and disbelief. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. His arms, though trembling and weak, were wrapped protectively around me. His breathing was ragged against my ear, and he staggered a little under the weight of both our bodies — but he was alive. Alive