Chapter 227 Book 3 The Cursed Alpha's Fate

• In my dream, a faceless woman wagged a finger in my face as she yelled at me. ‘You’re nothing but bad luck! You’re a witch! An evil woman!’ She was saying as I crouched down to avoid her attacks.
• ‘Chantelle, you have to wake up,’ a voice said to me but rather than wake up from the nightmare, I found myself drowning in it.
• “J – Jackson, please,” I turned, reaching my hand out to my mate but it wasn’t Jackson I saw. It was the stern face of the Cursed Alpha, looking down at me with a sneer.