Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 130

Alec.

I was still reeling from whatever the fuck Raven had done to me when her words penetrated my throbbing brain.

Fuck, I shouldn’t have antagonized her, but in my defense, I wasn’t in the right headspace. Things haven’t gone the way I’d pictured them today. I was stressed and on edge. That wasn’t a good combination.

“A confinement spell. What does that mean?” Sadie asks. She couldn’t hide the tremble in her voice.

“Exactly that,” Raven explains, a certain edge coating her voice. She pulls her gaze from Sadie and fixes it on us. “You thought that it was a curse that was eating this pack, but it’s something else.”

Rubbing my temples, I try to ease the migraine that had worsened because of whatever voodoo shit Raven did to me.

For the hundredth time, I curse this day. It keeps getting worse instead of better. It’s getting on my fucking nerves.

As if it wasn’t enough with the confrontation I had earlier with Sadie. Then finding out that she’s adopted and now this?

I grew up being told that our pack was cursed. A curse that’s so severe it’s draining the life force of our pack members. Since I was old enough to understand the true meaning of what that means, I’ve worked my ass off trying to find a solution. Trying to break the damn curse so that we can be free.

No one said otherwise. My grandfather, my dad, the elders, everyone said it was a curse, now Raven is saying it’s something else. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

“So, you are saying it isn’t a curse?” Elder Martin asks. He looks skeptical of what she is saying.

I get him. I fucking do. Like I said, it was imprinted in us that it was a curse. To find out that everyone had been wrong this whole time, is a major blow. It’s akin to saying that we could have found a solution long ago had someone pointed us in the right direction. Meaning our pack would have been saved from the damage that had been inflicted.

Raven folds her hand across her chest and starts tapping with her foot. “I’m not sure, what I know is that I did trace the spell, trying to find the remnants of the kind of magic used. The remnants I found don’t have the same markings as the ones that are usually found in curses.”

“You said that it’s a confinement spell,” Sadie asks in a taut voice. “What does that mean exactly?”