Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Summer POV

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at the nest I had created. The task seemed silly, honestly, but as soon as I started to make the nest, I couldn’t help but imagine Bradley. What would it be like to be in that space with him? My chest filled with warmth and familiar depression hit me. Where was he?

So as I stood there, anxiously with Judge Cody, I heard a low growl in the distance. It seemed that of a beast, sending a shiver down my spine.

I glanced on the right and from the periphery of my vision, I saw Damon circling around my cabin. He had come along with some Alphas to see the nests as guests.

The unsettling feeling spread inside me. Damon was watching me. I could feel his eyes on me even though I wasn’t looking directly at him. It was like an invisible weight was pressing down on my chest, suffocating me. The other girls were chatting amongst themselves, but I couldn’t focus. Damon’s gaze followed my every move, and I wanted to scream.

It was only a minute later when Judge Cody snapped my thoughts, clipboard in hand. “Summer,” he said, looking at me with a stern expression. “Tell me about your nest.”

I was about to speak when we all heard a terrifying snarl emanating from the woods. All of us froze. Then a blur of a moment. I whipped my head to the

line of trees.

Bradley appeared from behind the trees, his strides long and fast. He was moving toward my cabin like a storm, like nothing could stop him. He was a force of nature, something primal, which I could feel in my bones. Shocked, I stared at him as our gazes met. He decided to show after a week of missing

over here?

him. The sound of Damon hitting the tree echoed through the forest. Everyone froze, girls gasped, and my heart skipped a beat. I knew Bradley could be intense, but I’d

What was happening here?

to his feet and sending a punch straight into his face. The force was enough to make Damon stumble, blood splattering from his nose. My hands went to my

to look at that nest!” Bradley’s voice was a low growl, filled with so much raw intensity that I couldn’t

Damon again, this time harder, smashing his nose with his fist. Damon fell to the ground, clutching his bloodied

you fucking insane?”

struggled to stand. But before Damon could retaliate, Bradley turned to the cabin door. With a sharp motion, he slapped his hand against the wood, closing it with a solid thud. He was

the air. A powerful, possessive energy filled

challenge him. His feral rage was palpable, and his chest

only heard about in whispered stories.

as he took a step closer to me, wrapping a protective arm around my waist. His voice was low but full

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hell away from her, nest” he growled. “If you see

fear bubbled up inside me. My chest tightened as

at the judge, who had stepped back, clearly intimidated by Bradley’s actions. He cleared his throat and awkwardly