The Cursed Heiress
“I, Volvo Blackwood, Alpha of the Slaw crest pack banish you, Silver colt from the werewolf world.”
Born under the shade of tragedy, Silver’s birth is considered a curse to her family–the death of her father and the pain of labour of her mother. She was deprived of her worth and foists to love as an Omega. Her joy is restored on her eighteenth birthday when she gets her wolf and finds her mate.
Although a tragedy happens as she is found in the act, tearing the flesh of Blackwood, Volvo’s cousin but like most Alpha heirs, Volvo rejects their bond, shattering all hopes of the weak young wolf.
A sinister betrayal shatters her world. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Silver is banished to the human world, leaving behind the only life she has ever known. Just as she begins to rebuild herself, she stumbles upon a terrifying truth—Jackson Blackwood, the cousin she once killed in self-defense, is alive, thriving, and hiding dark secrets. When she uncovers a deadly underground society harvesting werewolf blood, Silver realizes she is their next target.
Haunted by her past and hunted in her present, Silver must make a choice: run, or face the problem at hand. With the help of the enigmatic Seth Coleman, a notorious wolf hunter, she unlocks the strength she never knew she had. But as she returns to reclaim her destiny, shocking truths come to light—her own sister, Amelia, has been pulling the strings all along, orchestrating Silver’s downfall for power and revenge.
She faces the ultimate test. Will she reclaim her place, or will she forge a new destiny?
Can she resist the pull of her past love, or will she embrace the future with the one who truly stands by her side?
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Chapter: Chapter Fifteen: The End… or NotPOV: Silver ColtDarkness consumed me first, thick and unyielding. One moment I was on the cold forest floor, tasting the metallic sting of blood, hearing Lesiana’s laughter echo in my ears; the next, all sensation vanished. I could feel nothing—no pain, no fear, no heartbeat—but a part of me clung desperately to the fragile thread of consciousness that remained.“Silver…”The voice was distant, melodic, commanding. It was not Lesiana’s mocking tone, not Amelia’s silky deceit. It resonated deep within me, vibrating against the walls of a soul that had just begun to understand its own fragility.“Who’s there?” I called, my voice a rasp in the void. There was no echo, no reply from any earthly place. Only the voice answered, smooth as velvet.“You are between worlds, . Between death and life. Do not panic. You have been chosen for another chance.”I shivered in a body that no longer existed, grasping at the memory of flesh and bone that had once defined me. “Another chance…? I’m dead. I
Last Updated: 2025-09-28
Chapter: Chapter Fourteen :The Final BlowPOV: Silver Colt“Do you really think you could survive what’s coming?” Lesiana’s voice came like a whisper, too soft to be merciful, too sharp to ignore.My throat closed around the words I wanted to scream. My chest heaved, the weight of their stares pressing me into the ground. My legs trembled, refusing to obey, but I forced them to hold me upright. I shook my head slowly, words tumbling out, cracked and raw.“I… I don’t understand. Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”Amelia laughed lightly behind her, a sound so smooth it scraped at my skin. “Deserve? You think life is about deserving? Oh, silver, you still don’t get it. You’ve been blind this whole time.”Her voice curled around my fear like smoke, choking me from within.“I just wanted…” My voice broke. I had no strength left to shape the truth. My parents’ faces flashed before me. The promises they whispered at night, the warmth that once covered me. “I just wanted to live. To belong and to be en
Last Updated: 2025-09-28
Chapter: Chapter Thirteen: A Betrayal UnveiledPOV: Silver ColtThe forest was eerily silent after the chaos of the ambush, the mist curling around tree trunks like smoke from a dying fire. My side still throbbed, every step a painful reminder of the rogue attack, but the adrenaline pushed me forward. Somewhere deep in my chest, a stubborn spark refused to die. I had survived. I would survive.A rustle from the trees made me pause.“Silver…” Amelia’s voice, soft and melodic, drifted through the morning fog. “Over here. You need rest. You shouldn’t be out here alone in your condition.”I hesitated, gripping my sword like a lifeline. My instincts screamed at me to run, to avoid her at all costs—but her tone, her voice, carried that same false warmth I had once trusted. She sounded… concerned. Vulnerable, even.“Why should I trust you?” I demanded, my legs trembling from the combined fatigue and fear. “After what I saw?”Amelia stepped into a small clearing, hands raised in mock surrender. She wore a gentle smile, the kind that could
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Twelve: The AmbushPOV: Silver ColtThe early morning mist clung to the edges of the forest like a ghostly veil, chilling the air and dampening the earth beneath my boots. I had been sent to patrol the border—a routine assignment, they said—but instinct screamed unease. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, set my nerves on edge. The forest seemed alive, watching, waiting.I tightened my grip on the wooden training sword I had borrowed from the hall, my knuckles whitening. “Just a routine patrol,” I whispered to myself, forcing courage into my voice. “Nothing can happen… right?”A sudden growl froze me mid-step. My head snapped toward the sound, heart hammering in my chest. Shadows moved with unnatural swiftness between the trees. Rogues.“They’re here!” I yelled instinctively, raising my sword. The first wave of attackers emerged, their eyes glinting red in the pale morning light. My stomach lurched, but I forced myself to stand tall. “I… I can handle this.”The first rogue lunged, and I parrie
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Eleven: Threads TightenPOV: Silver ColtThe night hung heavy over Moonveil Pack, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of blood on the wind. After the intrusion into my room, I could hardly think straight. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow slipping past my window, made my pulse spike. I needed someone to talk to—a familiar face. Someone I thought I could trust.Lesiana’s name came to mind. Despite my unease around her, I needed guidance, a steady hand. Maybe… just maybe, she could anchor me.I found her sitting in the training hall, the pale moonlight reflecting off her sharp features, casting her in a glow that was both serene and formidable. She looked up as I approached, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if she already knew something was wrong.“You’re late,” she said softly, her voice smooth, almost comforting.“I… I needed to see you,” I admitted, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain composed. “Something… something happened in my room.”Lesiana gestured to the floor beside
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Ten: The WarningPOV: Silver ColtThe corridors of Moonveil Pack were unusually silent as I made my way toward the elder’s chambers. The aftermath of the Red Moon Feast still lingered in the air: the faint smoke of incense, the metallic tang of wine and roasted meats, and the undercurrent of whispered plots. Every shadow seemed longer, every footstep heavier. My thoughts churned with Amelia’s smile and the stranger’s gaze.Elder Kael’s chambers were tucked at the far end of the east wing, away from the public eye. The door creaked open before I could knock, and Kael’s aged figure beckoned me inside. His eyes, sharp and knowing, pinned me immediately.“You’ve seen too much,” he said bluntly, voice gravelly with age. “Or perhaps… you’ve sensed more than you should.”I hesitated, my throat dry. “With all due respect sir I… I don’t know what you mean. I—”Kael waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t lie to me, child. I’ve watched your eyes dart, your hands fidget, the way your senses tremble. You are not blind, S
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Five **Natasha’s POV**A gentle tap on my shoulder stirred me awake, the world slowly coming into focus. His face loomed above me, his features soft with concern.“Mrs. Gustavo,” he said in a low tone, “ Mrs. Gustavo, we need to go.”I blinked a few times, groggy and disoriented. My body felt heavier than usual as I tried to push myself up, my limbs sluggishly responding. He reached out to steady me, his grip firm but gentle.“I can manage,” I muttered, though my unsteady legs said otherwise.He frowned. “It’s best if I help ma'am…”“She needs the support,” came Liam's voice, startling me. He was standing by the door, his arms crossed as he watched us. “Eric will make sure you get home safely, I need to be somewhere, I'll be home quite late.”Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. The usual cold authority in his tone was still there, but there was a faint undercurrent of… something else. He normally wouldn't tell me he'd be home late. That was so sweet of him. I could sw
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Four **Natasha's POV**The world was a hazy blur when I came to consciousness, the sterile scent of antiseptic stinging my nose. My head throbbed, each pulse echoing through my skull like a drumbeat. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the soft light above me. It took a moment to realize I was lying on a bed in what appeared to be a hospital.“Welcome back, I nearly thought that you needed a prince to wake you up.”Liam's voice, calm but strained, made me turn my head. He was sitting on a one man sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly together. His brows were furrowed, and I saw something other than the usual cold indifference in his eyes, concern.“W…What happened?” I croaked, my throat dry.“You walked into the glass wall, graciously I must say,” he said, his voice flat, though his expression betrayed him. “and almost managed to break your nose in the process.”Heat rushed to my cheeks as the memory came flooding back. I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead only to w
Last Updated: 2025-09-25
Chapter: Chapter Twenty Three **Natasha’s POV**I was his wife, but in truth, I was a stranger he had long stopped trying to understand. Maybe that was how he liked it—me on the outside, never close enough to touch the walls he built around himself.I had swallowed my words for too long, though not all. His silence, arrogance and rules. I had lived with them, telling myself it wasn’t worth the fight. But today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.He came back earlier and with his normal cold attitude, moved to the dresser, carelessly dropped his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed a few meters away from me to remove his socks.I looked at him, sitting there so sure of himself, and the anger rose in me.“You’re not the only one in this marriage who doesn’t care,” I said, my voice sharp though my hands shook. “Don’t flatter yourself, Liam. I don’t love you either. I never have. So stop acting like I’m the only one who’s supposed to stay quiet and accept this cold attitude.”The room went silent after my words. His eyes
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-two**Natasha's POV**I walked into the house like a thief. My legs felt weak, my body still hot from what had happened in Dr. Jones’s office. The walls of our bedroom looked the same, but to me they felt like they were closing in.I dropped my bag on the couch and pressed my back against the wall. My hands were shaking. I closed my eyes, but instead of calm, his face came back to me—his lips, his hands, the way he held me like I was his. Shame crawled over me like fire ants. What have I done?My stomach turned. I pressed my palms to my face. My husband’s house smelled faintly of his cologne, sharp and cold. It made me feel even worse. Few Hours Later The sound of the front door unlocking made my heart jump. I quickly fixed my hair in the mirror and straightened my dress. Liam looked the same as always—cold, tall, and distant. He came in, removed his jacket, dropped it on the chair, and gave me that cold stare that froze the air between us.Why is he coming home early these
Last Updated: 2025-08-25
Chapter: Chapter Twenty-one **Natasha’s POV**The next morning, I told him I was going shopping. My voice was steady, maybe too steady. My smile felt stiff, like it could crack. When he nodded and said nothing, my stomach turned. Why so easy? Did he believe me? Or was he watching me in secret?My heart pounded hard, shaking inside my chest. Each step down the stairs felt heavy. I hugged my bag close, as if it could hide the fear crawling under my skin.The car keys slipped in my sweaty hand. I held the steering wheel tight, my fingers cold even though the sun was warm. For a moment, I just sat there, breathing fast, trying to calm the storm inside me.When I finally drove toward Dr. Jones’s office, the road seemed endless. My body felt heavy, like I was carrying stones no one else could see.When I reached his door, my stomach twisted. The words Dr. A. Jones on the plate made me feel sick. To others, it was just an office. To me, it was a trap.I knocked softly, my hand shaking.“Come in,” his voice called, cal
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: Chapter Twenty **Natasha's POV**“Where are you coming from?”The question hit me the moment I stepped inside. His voice was sharp, like a knife sliding across glass.That was Liam’s voice and it wasn't evening yet.Why is he back early today? Is he monitoring me?He stood in the middle of the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, his face hard as stone. His eyes, unreadable as usual, now burned with fury.I froze at the door, clutching my bag tighter. My heart jumped into my throat, but I forced my chin up. I wasn’t going to let him see me crumble.“I went out,” I said calmly, pushing the door shut behind me.His jaw clenched. “Don’t play games with me, Natasha. I asked you a question. Where were you?”I swallowed, my throat dry. I could still smell Dr. Jones on my skin, like poison that clung no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. I wanted to scrub myself raw, but instead, I kept my expression steady.“I went out,” I answered, slipping off my shoes. “I needed some fresh air.”His laug
Last Updated: 2025-08-22
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