Breed Me Cursed Alpha (Lyra and Ronan) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Ronan

They step out of the trees one by one.

Not like a pack.

Not like a unit.

But like ghosts being summoned back into flesh.

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The first wolf that moves into the light is massive, his fur the color of ash and iron. Scars carve deep grooves through his muzzle, and one of his eyes is milk-white and blind. His scent hits me like a memory I never wanted to touch again. Old mountain territory. The bloodline my great-grandfather wiped out when he took their land for Blackfang.

The second is lean and twitchy, his movements jerky, unstable. Madness rides him like a second skin. I know that smell too. Riverlands. A pack whose Luna was slaughtered because she refused to kneel to my ancestors.

Another steps forward.

Then another.

And another.

Recognition crashes into me with every new face.

These are not random rogues.

These are survivors.

They are not just wolves.

They are the ruins of everything my bloodline ever destroyed.

Every one of them carries a history carved into flesh and bone. I don’t need names to recognize it. I can see it in the way their shoulders sit too tight, in the way their eyes never stop scanning, never soften. These are not packs that simply lost wars. These are bloodlines that were erased so thoroughly that only their survivors remain to remember them.

Some of them once ruled lands that no longer exist. Valleys and forests my forefathers took and renamed, their dens burned until nothing but ash and old magic remained. I can almost smell it on them, the smoke that never left their memories. The ground beneath their feet still remembers their screams, even if the world pretends it never happened.

Others lost their mates to cruelty. Not sickness. Not fate. But Alpha Kings who believed a bond could be ripped apart with enough force. Soldiers who dragged Lunas from their dens while their mates were held back, forced to watch, powerless. That kind of grief doesn’t fade. It curdles. It turns into something poisonous and sharp.

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And the pups…

My stomach twists.

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Children who never learned to shift. Who never knew the safety of their pack’s scent. Who died before they could even understand why Blackfang’s banners were at their doors. Their deaths were written off as necessary. As the price of power.

Now those prices are standing in front of me, breathing, waiting.

These wolves didn’t go mad by accident.

They were driven there.

And they have come back to collect.

My family’s sins are standing in front of me, breathing, snarling, waiting.

Daniel watches me with cold satisfaction. “Do you feel it now?”

I don’t answer. My chest is tight, my lungs struggling for air as the weight of history settles on my shoulders.

Cain is silent.

Not calm.

Awed.

‘This is a war pack,’ he murmurs inside me. ‘These wolves have nothing left to lose.

Every one of them stinks of grief so old it has fermented into something poisonous. Some are barely holding their human shape. Their eyes dart. Their muscles twitch. Sanity has been burned out of them by loss.

“They followed me,” Daniel says. “Not because I commanded them. But because you destroyed them.”

“I wasn’t even born-”

“You carry the blood that did it,” he cuts in. “That’s enough.”

I take a slow step back.

Not in fear.

In calculation.

There are too many of them. Too much rage/Too much ancestral hatred packed into too small a space. This

is not a skirmish. This is an execution waiting for the right moment.

“And now,” Daniel says softly, “your mate will join their dead.”

The bond inside my chest flares violently.

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Pain.

Not physical.

Something worse.

Lyra.

She is suddenly not just distant.

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A sharp, panicked pull tears through the bond between us. Fear, raw and choking, slams into me like a wave.

‘Lyra is in danger.’

Cain explodes inside my skull.

‘She’s afraid.’

I spin toward the fortress, heart hammering. I can feel her distress like claws in my chest. Something is happening to her. Something I am not there to stop.

I turn back to Daniel. “Move.”

He smiles.

And then-

“Uncle Ronan, watch out!”

Emma.

She appears out of nothing, her half-solid form flickering into existence just behind me, eyes wide with

terror.

And then the world moves too fast.

The attack comes like a tornado.

No warning.

No negotiation.

Just bodies surging forward, teeth bared, eyes burning with ancient hate.

Mpre rogues explode out of the treeline, a blur of fur and claws and rage. The ground shakes beneath their charge. I barely have time to pivot before the first one slams into me, driving me back a step with the force of a battering ram.

Cain roars.

‘Let me loose.’

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I don’t argue.

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The world sharpens as he surges forward, our power flooding through my veins like wildfire. I grab the rogue by the throat and hurl him aside, his body skidding across the dirt before he can recover. Another lunges. I duck under snapping jaws and drive my shoulder into his ribs, sending him crashing into one of his own.

Emma darts through the chaos, her form flickering between solid and translucent. She tries to strike one of them, but her hand passes through fur like smoke.

“I can’t hold!” she cries. “I’m not solid enough!”

A rogue barrels toward her. I move without thinking, stepping between them, tearing the wolf away before he can reach her. He snarls, struggling, but Cain’s strength overwhelms him.

“Stay back!” I shout at her.

She tries. But she won’t leave.

The air is filled with snarls and the thud of bodies hitting the ground. These wolves don’t fight like a pack. They fight like people who want to die as long as they take me with them.

They don’t care about wounds.

They don’t care about survival.

They care about ending me.

Emma flickers in and out of view, desperately trying to help, screaming warnings when she sees someone coming. Each time she tries to strike, her hand phases through, useless.

“I hate this!” she sobs. “I should be solid-I should be able to-”

“You’re doing enough!” I snap, even as I tear through another attacker.

Cain and I move like one now. Every strike is precise. Every movement lethal. I don’t feel the cuts or the bruises. I feel only Lyra’s fear burning through the bond, dragging me forward, telling me I am wasting time here while she is somewhere else in danger.

A howl splits the air.

One of the rogues comes into view, from the direction of the fortress, sprinting toward the forest.

He has something in his mouth.

Papers.

Thick. Official. Scented with ink and magic

And then his scent hits me.

Not rogue.

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Not stranger.

Marcus.

My heart lurches violently.

What the hell is in his mouth?

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Before I can move, every rogue around me suddenly hesitates. Their attacks falter. One by one, their heads turn toward the running wolf. Toward Marcus.

They stop fighting.

And start following.