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Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires my wolf
Genevieve’s POVIt started small.A flicker.A murmur beneath my skin.Not loud. Not demanding. Just... present.At first, I thought it was my imagination. A phantom echo left behind by the dream or the grave visit. But as the hours passed, it didn’t fade.It lingered.The walk back from the clearing was quiet. The air had warmed, and the trees shimmered with sunlight breaking through the canopy. My body moved, but my mind was somewhere else floating in this strange, weightless space. A space I hadn’t known existed inside me. Lighter than before. Freer.When I reached the edge of the pack house, I paused. The wind brushed against me, and I inhaled deeply.And for the first time in years, I smelled everything.Not just the pine or the distant woodsmoke from the kitchen. But the layered, delicate tapestry of scent the birds nesting in the tree above, the slight decay of wet earth beneath moss, the faint trace of André’s scent from where he must have passed this way earlier.My pulse qui
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires How do you feel?
Alaric’s POVShe didn’t say a word when we reached the edge of the woods. Just kept walking. Head low, shoulders rigid beneath her jacket like she was holding back a storm, and I knew better than to interrupt. This wasn’t a moment for words. This was a moment for silence, for ghosts.So I followed.The forest was unnaturally quiet, like it, too, had gone still for her. No birds. No wind. Just the faint crunch of leaves under our boots and the distant sound of her breath uneven, almost fragile. It echoed in the stillness, each exhale a reminder that she was here. That she’d finally come.I knew where she was going. She hadn’t said it outright, but I could feel it in her energy raw, coiled tight, trembling at the edges. Her past was waiting for her. He was waiting for her.And she was ready, even if it hurt.The sun hadn’t fully broken through the mist yet, but light filtered down in broken pieces through the canopy above, casting golden streaks that flickered across her hair, her face.
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires Free from guilt
Genevieve’s POVThe forest held its breath as I walked through it, André just a step behind me. The silence wasn’t peaceful it was thick, almost suffocating, like the world itself knew where I was going and chose to stand still for it. No birdsong, no wind, not even the rustle of branches. Only the steady crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the harsh rhythm of my own breath too shallow, too loud in all that aching quiet.The morning light filtered through the tangled canopy above, casting long slashes of gold and smoke-gray across the ground. Sunlight clung to the low mist like it was reluctant to let go of the night, and I understood that feeling more than I wanted to admit.My fingers trembled where they were tucked into the sleeves of my jacket. I hadn’t realized how cold I was until we’d left the warmth of the house. Now the chill bit into my bones, but it wasn’t just the weather it was him. It was the past pressing in from all sides.I hadn’t walked this path in years.I had re
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires Guilt
Genevieve’s POVI found him in the training yard just after dawn.The world was barely awake, draped in that quiet, silvery stillness that only exists in the space between night and day. The air bit gently at my skin, crisp and clean, carrying the faint scent of pine and dew-soaked earth. Fog curled low across the clearing, winding around the tall grass like ghostly fingers. Above us, the sky bled pale silver and lavender, as if the night itself had been carved open and left to fade.André stood alone in the center of the yard.Shirtless. Tense. Beautiful in that devastating, untouchable way. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the muscles in his back and arms glistening with sweat, taut and coiled like a drawn bow. He moved with lethal precision, his practice sword slicing through the air in clean, deliberate arcs. Each movement was purposeful fluid but sharp, like the motions were meant to carve something loose from inside him. A ghost. A memory. A war he didn’t speak a
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires guilt
Genevieve’s POVI curled beneath the covers, cocooned in the thick layers of blankets as if I could stitch myself back together with warmth alone. The fire in the hearth had dwindled to a faint orange glow, the last embers crackling quietly as shadows flickered lazily along the stone walls. The silence in the room was almost reverent too still, too quiet, like the breath of something ancient just waiting to be disturbed.My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, tracing invisible cracks and constellations across its darkened surface. Sleep didn’t come easy anymore. My thoughts churned restlessly, too loud in the hush of the night tangled threads of memory, shame, guilt, and questions I didn’t dare answer. The wind whispered against the windowpanes like a lullaby with no words, soft but mournful, as if the night itself knew what was coming.Eventually, my body gave in to the weight of exhaustion, and I drifted into that strange liminal space between waking and dreaming.And as always, the d
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires You are the key
Genevieve’s POVBy the time we returned to the pack house, the sky had deepened into a dusky violet, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath. The horizon blurred into shades of charcoal and plum, and low-hanging clouds crept across the sky like secrets too heavy to speak aloud. The land felt still eerily so like the world was watching us, waiting.The pack house came into view, its towering stone walls rising like an ancient fortress carved out of the earth itself. Warm amber lights flickered behind narrow-paned windows, casting broken, dancing shadows across the flagstones. It should’ve felt like home by now but it didn’t. It felt like a waiting place. Like a place meant for reckoning.André hadn’t said much during the drive. He held the steering wheel with that same unyielding grip he always did when his thoughts were loud, but his voice was quiet. His jaw flexed every now and then, the only sign of the storm building inside him. I didn’t push. I couldn’t. I was too w
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