THE SCENT OF MY CURSE
In the blood-soaked mountain town of Black Hollow, every full moon ends with a body and a lie.
Elara Ashwood has lived her life by one rule: never trust a man who knows your scent. Raised by her grandmother after her mother vanished into the forest and her father died in a “hunting accident,” Elara knows the forest is dangerous, and the wolves hiding in plain sight are deadlier. But when strangers arrive during the winter eclipse, the forest screams with fury and people begin to disappear. Among them is Kael Draven, a cold, dangerous Alpha with silver eyes that linger too long on her skin, as if he already owns her. The night he bites her is no accident.
Elara soon discovers she is not only Kael’s fated mate but also the one prophesied to destroy his bloodline. Rejected and marked, she flees into the forest, awakening a darker force within herself—an ancient wolf that feeds on fear, desire, and vengeance. The more she resists her nature, the harder it becomes to control.
As enemies close in and the moon turns red, Kael hunts her—not to kill her, but because his body, his wolf, and his soul answer only to her. Every encounter is charged with hunger: claws brushing skin, breath against necks, restraint breaking slowly, painfully. Their love becomes dangerous, their desire a weapon.
In Black Hollow, the true horror is not the beasts in the forest—it is the one you crave in the dark. And sometimes, giving in to that hunger is the only way to survive.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5Elara's POVMy grandmother was waiting on the porch when we arrived. She took one look at me, covered in blood, wrapped in Kael's jacket, and her face went white."Inside," she said, her voice shaking."Both of you. Now."We followed her into the house. She locked the door behind us and closed all the curtains. Then she made me sit at the kitchen table while she heated water for tea.Kael stood by the door, watching silently. His wounds from the fight were already healing."Tell me the truth," I said when my grandmother finally sat down."All of it. No more lies."She was quiet for a long moment. Her hands shook as she poured tea."Your mother's name was Elena," she finally began."She was special. Different from other wolves.""How different?""She came from the first bloodline. The ancient wolves that existed before packs formed. They were stronger than normal wolves. Faster. More powerful." My grandmother's eyes were distant."But they were also dangerous. They fed on emotions. Ang
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4Elara's POVThe feral wolf lunged at me with its jaws wide open.I screamed and stumbled backward, my knife raised uselessly. The creature was too fast. Too big. I was going to die.But Kael moved faster.He shifted so quickly. One second he was human, the next he was a massive black wolf standing between me and the feral. His silver eyes blazed with fury.The feral slammed into him instead of me. They crashed together in a tangle of teeth and claws. The sound was terrible. Growling. The wet sound of teeth tearing into flesh.I pressed my back against a tree, frozen with terror. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could only watch as Kael fought the monster trying to kill me.More ferals emerged from the darkness. Five. Six. Seven. All with those horrible red eyes and foam dripping from their mouths.They circled us slowly. Waiting. Watching.Kael managed to throw the first feral off. It hit a tree and fell to the ground, whimpering. But it got back up immediately, ready to attack again.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3Elara's POVI couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that boy's dead face. Saw the photograph clutched in his hand. Saw those words written in blood:"She's next."My grandmother had dragged me home from the town square after the sheriff broke down crying over his son's body. The whole ride back, she kept saying everything would be okay. But I could hear the fear in her voice.Nothing was okay. Nothing would ever be okay again.Now it was past midnight and I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was too quiet. Outside, the forest was silent. No wind. No animals. Just heavy, waiting silence.I couldn't take it anymore.I got out of bed and pulled on jeans and a thick sweater. If someone was hunting me, if something wanted me dead, I needed answers. I needed to know why.That woman who died in our yard yesterday morning, she'd been holding my scarf. That had to mean something. Maybe she'd been trying to warn me. Maybe she knew who was behind all this.I needed to
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2Elara's POV"We need to go to the town meeting," my grandmother said, grabbing her coat.I stared at her like she'd lost her mind."What? No. We need to leave. Pack our things and get out of Black Hollow. Now."She shook her head, already heading for the door."Running won't help. If we run, they'll think we're guilty. We need to show our faces. Let the town see we have nothing to hide.""Grandma, someone just threatened to kill me!" I pointed at the bloody message still dripping on our floor."That dead rabbit—""I know what I saw." Her voice was firm. "But the whole town is gathering for an emergency meeting. Three more bodies were found this morning. If we don't show up, people will talk. They'll say we're hiding something."I wanted to argue. Wanted to scream that I didn't care what people thought. But my grandmother was already out the door, walking toward her old truck.I had no choice but to follow.The town hall was packed when we arrived. Every seat was taken. People stood al
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1Elara's POVThe body lay face-down in the snow.I stood on my grandmother's porch, frozen. The sun was just starting to rise over the mountain. Everything looked gray and cold.At first, I thought someone had dumped trash in our yard. But then I saw the hair. Long and blonde, spread across the white snow.My heart started pounding.I should have gone back inside. Should have called the sheriff. My grandmother always told me: if you see something wrong in Black Hollow, turn around and walk away.But my feet moved forward. Each step made my stomach twist with fear.It was a person. A woman in a thin nightgown stained with blood. Her feet were bare and frozen."Oh god," I whispered.I knelt in the snow beside her. I didn't want to touch her but I had to check. Maybe she was still alive.I touched her shoulder with a shaking hand. Her skin was ice cold and stiff. She'd been dead for hours.Then I saw her throat.It had been torn open. Not cut with a knife. Ripped apart by teeth and claws.
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