Page 90 of The Cursed Wolf King

That wasn’t the truth. I could feel it. Her pulse quickening ever so slightly, her stillness forced. She was hiding something, and I wouldn’t let her.

“What’s your angle?”

She looked up at me, but didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, lips pressing into a tight line as if she’d already decided this conversation was over.

“I’m not here for you,” she said softly, her words barely audible. “In case that makes you feel any better.”

Her cryptic answer made my chest churn uneasily as Iturned away. Rhys was already outside, helmet in hand. I glanced back one last time. Sable’s eyes were on the table, her posture deceptively relaxed. Whatever her motive, she wasn’t giving it up.

And it didn’t matter right then, because Rhys and I would spend the night in Seattle before taking the only possible path before us.

Heading straight into the heart of Heraclid territory.

40

EVE

As I lay in bed, it felt like a boulder sat on my ribs. My wolf whimpered, louder than she had ever been, pacing like a caged animal. Her restless energy felt like she was clawing through thick fog. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow down the erratic beat of my heart.

Logan was long gone. Dawn was about to break, and I hadn’t slept a wink.

This rollercoaster was killing me. We’d made love, and my wolf awoke. But I couldn’t shift and could barely communicate with her. Meanwhile, Logan’s wolf had grasped mine and the bond between them was instantaneous.

Yet, Logan and I were both weakened.

My wolf had the answer in her—she had to. She was made for this, for her fated mate to appear, and the way she rose up when Logan was inside me was all the proof I needed.

If only I could call on her… and get her to stay.

Please, I pleaded.Let’s try again.

I inhaled deeply, letting the air move through my lungs, allowing my shoulders to relax, and the stress of these recent days to dissipate. These last weeks had felt like more than I could handle, and yet, here I was. Still standing. Still fighting. It wasn’t over yet.

I felt her.

She rose in me like the tide, gentle at first, then stronger, brimming with energy. It wasn’t the forceful, desperate pressure I’d felt lately, but something more methodical. She wasn’t clawing this time—she was waiting, watching, her golden eyes meeting mine in a space that wasn’t quite real but more vivid than anything I’d ever known.

There you are, I whispered in my mind, and her answer came not as words but as a burst, threading through me like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds.

Her feelings brushed against mine, gentle and insistent. Reassurance. Curiosity. Pride. And… sadness? It caught me off guard, that faint echo of melancholy woven into her essence.

I’ve missed you, I thought, my throat tightening even though I wasn’t speaking aloud.

Her response was immediate, a deep, soothing rumble that settled an ache I had felt forever. She pressed closer, filling the empty spaces inside me, chasing away the cold.

And yet… there was still something off.

It was like reaching for someone in the dark and feeling their hand but still not being able to see them. A fracture ran through us. My wolf felt it too—I could sense her trying toclose the gap, to bridge whatever was keeping us apart. No matter how hard she tried, something held her back.

What is it?I asked.

She didn’t answer this time, only let out a low, mournful growl. Something in me wasn’t ready, wasn’t whole. I was closer than I had ever been, all because of that rush with Logan when our bodies became one, and I knew I was coming closer.

Beneath it all was doubt that maybe this wasn’t temporary. Maybe it was the curse itself, woven into our very connection, keeping us from ever being what we were meant to be.

Just like with Logan.

This cursed bond.

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