Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 154

Matt POV

“This is outrageous!” Father roared. “How dare they disrespect Magnus?”

Mom was crying hard. “What do I do, Teddy?” she asked.

My father gathered her in his arms and kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, Shehla,” he said to her in a soothing voice. “I’m going there tonight.”

“I’m scared,” she sobbed.

I couldn’t imagine her grief. Not only was her brother dead, she was going to send her husband to a pack that was now rife with mayhem.

“Stay here with the pups,” he instructed her. “Only come when I ask

you

to.”

“You be careful, love,” she whispered.

My father didn’t waste any moment. Along with his warriors, he rode to my uncle’s pack that night. He also ordered his people to bring Uncle Magnus’s body to our pack, where he kept it in the morgue.

I didn’t know what happened after that. But in two days he didn’t return, my hatred for Tam only increased. While she was playfully having milk in her cradle, my father was in a battle he shouldn’t have been in. Had my uncle not taken me back that day, had he not met that man, and had Tam not been with him, things would have been so different, right? I think Gods played with us. Once when I was six, I watched a puppet show in which a puppeteer was moving the dolls with threads tied to them. That’s what Gods did to us.

My anxiety increased on the second day when daddy didn’t return. Mom was talking to some people, and she was outside in the porch. I sneaked a peek where Tam was. She was playing with a toy, eating it, to be exact, and kicking her feet up in the air. Slowly, I approached her, hating her, wondering how she could be oblivious to all the misery that consumed our lives. Because of her everything was out of control.

She looked at me with her gray eyes, removing the toy from her mouth. Her eyes focused on me as if she remembered who I was. “Remember me, little Tam,” I whispered. “For if you don’t leave this pack, I will become your greatest tormentor.” She giggled and extended her hand. I wanted to swat away that tiny hand, but the moment I brought it near her, she caught my pinky finger. I clenched my teeth and immediately removed my finger from her clutches. She giggled again and went on to eat her toy.

When I came out in the porch, my mom looked happy, even though she was crying. “Your father—” she said. “He has won the war. And now he is the Alpha of Magnus’s pack also.”

“Really?” I said, shocked.

My mom nodded and cried. She hugged me tightly. “He has won. He is alive.“.

I couldn’t help but hug my mother tightly, relieved that my father had won. Along with me, mother rode to uncle’s pack to be with father. She didn’t take Tam with her, leaving her in care of a nanny. My father was named as the undisputed Alpha of both the packs in the ceremony. I heard that many of the previous warriors who rebelled were killed. Daddy ordered the warriors to bring uncle’s body from our pack. He gave him the funeral he deserved, burning him in his pack. The moment was filled with heartbreaks. He was my favorite uncle, and I vowed that I would make Tam’s life miserable for all that she did

to us.

When my father returned to our pack, he sent word to other bear–shifter packs, trying to find out who Tamara was. But we waited for weeks, and received no answers. No one seemed to know who she belonged to.