Cursed by the Alphas

Alister povI knew she would do something stupid tonight, I just fucking knew. Ophelia is a free spirit, always has been, but lately, with her birthday nearing, the little shit has been pushing my buttons more than usual. Which is exactly why I’m following her scent through the River Storm territory just an hour after I checked her bedroom and found it empty. Mom, dad and Luka don’t know the little princess isn’t in her bed and I’m pretty sure they’d have a brain aneurysm if they found out she went to a sketchy club in a neighboring territory. The place reeks of alcohol, sweat, and too many wolves - the stench hits me the moment I step in. If it wasn’t for the brat, I’d turn around and leave this dump without a single regret. I grit my teeth and move through the crowd, following her fading scent toward the back of the club. When I step into the back hallway, which I assume leads to restrooms, I want to slam my head against the wall because of sheer annoyance. Of course, what I se

Alister povI shove the front door open and walk out without looking back at the mess I dragged into the living room. The second the night air hits my face I start walking faster, needing to get away from the house before I lose control and do something that can’t be undone. My hands shake, my chest feels too tight and every breath I take feels like a sudden, blinding surge of electricity shooting through my lungs. While I could go to the training grounds and get some of the anger out in the most harmless way I know, I turn and head straight into the woods behind the property instead. I don’t want anyone to see me like this, especially the pack members who might start questioning my family even more than they already do. I don’t stop until I’m deep enough that the lights from the house are gone and once I’m sure nobody’s following, I let myself stop. My breathing has turned too loud and hard, so I try to force air in through my nose and out through my mouth, but it does nothing t

Tate povI lean back in the heavy chair and rest my boots on the edge of the table while Hayes stands by the window, staring out at our territory like he’s still pissed off about the night in the club. Silence is boring, I’ve never liked it, so I speak up. “I wonder how that little Vincent rat got into the territory,” I drag the words slowly, mainly to poke at my brother and piss him off even more. Since Hayes doesn’t react, I keep talking. “We took over this part of the territory just recently, so the patrols and scouts still work in increased numbers. Plus, every entrance is supposed to be watched, so tell me, brother, how did that Vincent scum walk into our club like she owns the place?” Hayes doesn’t turn around to look at me, only grunts. “Fake ID. I already asked the bouncers why the fuck she was allowed in. River Storm is soft, always has been, they haven’t had enough time to adjust to the changes we’re bringing. From what that bouncer could tell me, I understand that it’s

Ophelia povI stumble into the living room with my hand still pressed to the back of my neck. The area where Alister grabbed me stings badly and his fingers left clear red marks that are already showing.Mom is the first one to see me. The moment her eyes land on me, they widen and her entire body goes deathly stiff. “Ophelia… what happened to your neck?”She’s pale, her lips parted in horror, but for some reason, I can’t betray that asshole Alister, so instead, I drop my hand from my neck and look down, “nothing.”Dad Laz stands up from the couch and dad Luka follows right after, both of them stepping closer to stare at the red marks on me. Before I can say anything else, Alister walks in right behind me. He doesn’t look at me, just keeps walking toward the stairs like he dropped in just to grab something before he’s leaving to go wherever the hell that freak goes all the time. Alister’s foot barely touches the first step when mom snaps, “Alister! Stop. Turn around and come back he

Alister povThis time, I don’t go back to the woods to hide away from the mess of her making. Our parents are still arguing, raising their voices to the point they’re giving me a headache, so I leave the house and head straight for the training grounds on the far edge of the property.As soon as the dirt circle where the younger wolves usually spar comes into view, I feel like I can breathe again. This area of training grounds is more worn, the heavy bags and weights are old and rarely used these days, but to me, they feel like freedom.No one is out here this late in the evening, which is truly perfect, I need some alone time more than anything. My hands are still shaking when I reach the first bag and my fist connects with it hard enough to break the old bag. As if the mess of my parents’ voices still echoing in my mind isn’t enough, my wolf is making everything even worse. “She said it,” he snarls so loud my entire body jolts. With a growl that vibrates my chest but makes bar