Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 152

Promise

Third POV

Two hours ago.

“I don’t want to go back!” 10–year–old Matt whined as he looked at his uncle. His uncle, Magnus, was his favorite and his mother’s brother. He had come to spend his vacation with his uncle. In his pack, he was away from the constant nagging of his mother and father, who were Alpha and Luna of another bear shifter pack. Over the last year, the infrastructure of bear shifter packs had improved a lot. Matt loved staying with his uncle because he was a witty bear with a big heart. That being said, Magnus was a ferocious Alpha.

Magnus chuckled as he tousled Matt’s dark hair. He looked in the same blue eyes as his and said, “Your school will reopen. You can come back in summer.”

Matt pouted, crossing his arms across his chest. “I want to stay with you, uncle.”

Magnus couldn’t help but lift him from the ground and held him in his arms. “You are going to become the Alpha of your pack one day. There’s a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. For that you better study well and train well.”

The little boy sighed. “When can I see you again?”

“I’ll come to meet you in two months.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Magnus laughed. He loved his little nephew. He was so beautiful and strong that he wondered what he would be like as an Alpha? He was really proud of Matt.

They started in the morning, all packed in his Jeep. There were three warriors along with him. As the Jeep traversed through the forest, Magnus glanced at Matt time and again, and found how he was staring and listening to nature. “I wish you could shift, uncle Magnus,” he said. “I love riding your fat back.”

“I’m not fat!” Magnus growled. “Just a little… poofy.”

“Yeah sure!” Matt laughed. His warriors also guffawed at the joke. Magnus shot them a glare, silencing them.

The atmosphere in the forest seemed calm, yet Magnus felt a tinge of unease. He didn’t know what it was, but it was at the edge of his senses. Suddenly, he saw a flicker of movement. He brought the Jeep to a sudden halt.

“What’s wrong?” a warrior asked.

Magnus got down, raised a hand, signaling others to stay quiet. They immediately paused, but Matt grew restless. The quiet rustle of leaves seemed louder now. Magnus scanned the area, listening to anything unusual. And then he heard it–a faint sound, like something was moving. His eyes flicked toward the path ahead of them where the trees thinned a little.

“Something’s not right,” he murmured.

Matt sensed the shift in the air. “What is it uncle?”

He didn’t answer immediately. The movement grew closer. His senses flared. “There!” he growled in a low, dangerous voice. He detected a familiar scent–Bram. What was the wolf doing in this part of the forest? He was moving swiftly through the forest. With a small bundle hidden in his arms. At first, Magnus didn’t pay much heed, because he wasn’t going to confront a werewolf, but when a cry rose from the bundle, he knew that it was a baby. His suspicions rose when he noticed how Bram was carrying the child, with urgency. There was something wrong. He stepped forward as he inhaled deeply. The scent of the pup hit him–Lucien’s pup. “Fuck!”

His stomach twisted and on instinct he knew that Bram had stolen her. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, anger blasting in his chest. He had to save the pup. Considering that Bram was alone, it would be easy.

He whipped his head toward Matt. “Stay here. Is that clear?” Matt nodded.

He indicated his warriors to shift, and follow Bram. They got close to him and when they were only a few meters away, he