Chosen by the cursed Alpha king

The next morning starts like every other one, quiet, heavy, and full of the same horror it always brings. I wake up before dawn, because sleep never stays long these days. My dreams are filled with the sound of laughter from the mating ball, wolves dancing with sparkles in their eyes while I stood alone, my hands squeezed behind my back, trying not to look like the only girl no one wanted. My aunt bustled around the kitchen like she’s preparing for something big, humming a shaky tune under her breath. She never hums unless she’s nervous or excited, and the memory from last night,her staring at me too much returns like a bad taste on my tongue. “Wash your face,” she snaps when I walk in. “You look half-dead.” “I didn’t sleep well,” I mumbled. “When do you ever?” she says with a wave of her hand. She sets down two bowls of porridge but only fills one. She never fills mine. “You don’t need breakfast,” she says. “You’re already… enough.” Her eyes drag down my figure like I’m an ov

Being dragged back to the pack felt worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had. Antonio walked ahead of me with long, angry strides. Two warriors walked behind me in case I “try anything.” Their shadows stretch long across the ground as we approach the Alpha’s mansion, the largest building in the Red Moon Pack. Everything about the mansion screams power. The tall walls, the sharp stone pillars, the wide double doors carved with wolves and moons. I’ve never stepped inside before. Girls like me aren’t allowed near the Alpha’s residence unless we’re delivering laundry or scrubbing floors. Now I am being dragged inside like a criminal. The moment the doors swung open, heat rushes toward me from a giant fireplace lights the hall. Omegas scurry around with towels, trays, and buckets. They all freeze when they saw me. Their eyes widen as their gazes drop to my body. Curiosity sharpens into confusion. Then into something else. Pity. “Beta Antonio,” an omega whispers, bowing her head. “Is

His voice strikes through the room like a blade. “You don’t look like you’re being starved.” I freeze, pork chop halfway to my mouth, grease coating my fingers. My heart slams against my ribs so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. I turn slowly, my throat tight, and there he is…..Alpha Damon standing at the darkened entrance, arms crossed over his broad chest. I didn’t even hear him enter. The glow from the torches paints sharp shadows across his face. His golden eyes shine like they’re lit from within, watching me… judging me. Judging the way I eat. The way I look. The way I exist. Heat rushes to my face, so strong it burns. I drop the pork chop, wiping my hands quickly on the napkin, but the oil stains everything. My cheeks sting with shame. “I… I didn’t know you were here,” I whisper, my voice wobbling. “Clearly,” he replies, stepping forward with slow, controlled strides. “Your manners suggest otherwise.” Though I try to look anywhere except at him, my eyes betray me

By the time I reach my room, my entire body aches. My legs feel like jelly, and my arms throb, but the pain is nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest. Training showed me one thing clearly. No one here believes I belong. I walk to the window and stare outside at the pack grounds. Warriors still train even though the sun is dipping behind the trees. Their movements are sharp and confident. Nothing like mine. I press my forehead against the cool glass. “Will I ever fit here?” A knock interrupts the silence. “Luna Lena?” a voice calls softly. I turn. The omega from before steps into the room, holding a folded black dress. “Alpha Damon asked me to bring this for dinner.” My heart drops. Dinner?With him? Again? I nod quietly and take the dress from her. The fabric is soft, expensive, and much nicer than anything I’ve worn before. But the shape… the waist is small. Too small. “I think it might be tight,” I say gently. The omega bites her lip. “The Alpha wanted somethin

I reached the training grounds with my heart still pounding from what I had overheard. “The goddess cursed him. He’ll turn rogue if he never finds his mate. He’s running out of time.” The guard’s whispers kept spinning in my head. Every word felt heavy, dangerous, and frightening. Damon was already terrifying without the idea of a curse hanging over him. And now, knowing he could turn into something worse… something uncontrollable… made my skin crawl. But even with that fear, I walked straight into the training field. Warriors were already sparring. Blades clashed. Dust rose. The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed like drumbeats. I forced my shoulders back and tried to look like I belonged here, even though I absolutely didn’t. The moment they saw me, the whispers started. “She’s too slow to shift.” “She’ll never last.” “She looks like she’ll pass out after one lap.” Another snorted. “Imagine that as a Luna.” Heat rushed to my face, but I kept walking. I was used to t