THE ALPHA'S CURSED MATE

Chapter 19 – The Curse’s Price

He was dying.

Corvin’s voice echoed again: To save him, you must give up your humanity.

I crawled to him, my hands slick with his blood. “Stay with me,” I whispered.

His eyes met mine, hazy. “Don’t… curse yourself for me.”

But I already knew I would.

I let the wolf take over, fully, completely. The bond surged, wrapping around him like a lifeline. I felt the curse twist, bite, and then— break.

Rylan gasped, his wound knitting closed beneath my hands.

Rylan’s breaths were shallow, each one a fragile thread slipping through my fingers. His golden eyes flickered, the light dimming with every passing second.

Corvin’s words echoed again in my mind, sharp and haunting: To save him, you must give up your humanity.

Tears blurred my vision as I crawled closer, hands trembling as I pressed them against the bleeding wound. His blood was warm and sticky beneath my fingertips, a stark reminder of how close I was to losing him forever.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Please.”

His gaze locked onto mine, hazy but fierce. “Don’t… curse yourself for me, Ayla.”

But I had already made my choice.

A deep growl rumbled from my chest, the wolf clawing its way to the surface — raw, wild, and unyielding. The bond between us pulsed like a living thing, wrapping around him, drawing the curse’s venom away from his blood.

Pain flared through me as the curse fought back, twisting and biting at my soul. But I held on, pouring every ounce of strength and love into the bond.

Then, with a gasp, Rylan’s wound began to close, skin knitting itself back together beneath my hands.

He looked at me, breath returning, eyes shining with awe and gratitude.

“You saved me.”

I nodded, exhaustion crashing over me. “I’m yours. Always.”