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Draven's curse has entered its final stage
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2026-09-17 17:44:36
A.M.BetsyHi Readers, I hope you are enjoying the story? Are you team dying Draven OR repentant Kael? Please let me know in the comments!
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Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha Help me slay a five-hundred-year-old ghost
The answer was a howl of savage northern warriors, cutting through the teeth of the blizzard. The whip slashed over the backs of the four heavy draft stallions, the carriage lurched forward, and we were plunged into the narrow gorge of the Iron Pass.Under my many layers of fleece and wolf fur, the Tear of Elyra weighed heavily on my breastbone.It was quiet, its silvery light dimmed to a steady and rhythmic pulse. But inside my chest, behind the bone and muscle, I could still feel the phantom pain of the fractures I sustained at the Weeping Altar.I had been arrogant. I had underestimated the danger. In my desperation to save Draven from the beast within him, I had believed that bearing the blood of Elyra was enough. I had believed that the power of my love and raw defiance could swallow the centuries of ancestral retribution without consequences.Mother Morwen's words echoed in my thoughts. I needed my mother.My mind traveled backward through the leagues of snow, back to the tranq
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha I need you where I can see you
Aria's POVThe mountain road was a gouge of black ice and sharp shale ripped from the ribs of the northern spine.The gray spires of Valemont were consumed by the storm behind us until nothing was left of the southern pack except for the ghostly reek of damp limestone, broken oaths, and burned silver. Ahead of us were two hundred leagues of frozen wilderness, leading straight to the heart of the northern realm, to my mother and my son.The wind tore down the gorge with the shriek of a wounded beast, hammering us with sharp sleet driven flat against our cheeks by the biting northern gale. I rode my mare to the right of the covered carriage, the wool cloak wrapped tightly around my neck, my gloved fingers numb from clutching the stiff leather reins. Every minute or so, the carriage jolted violently over a rut of ice, and my heart would jump into my throat.Every lurch was an agony that I knew Draven was enduring.I spurred my horse closer, leaning from the saddle to pull back the heavy
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha That bastard she bore
Serena’s POVThe frost in the Sunken Hold was different from the cold of the mountain wind; it did not shift and bite and numb the skin. It simply fell upon me like wet wool, crawling in the seams of my bones and making each breath taste like stagnant water and weeping limestone.I was curled on the cold stone floors, dragging the hem of my shift over my knees, wrapped in the rough, unbleached linen saturated with the slimy muck of dungeon walls where prisoners before me had rotted away. My nails were broken and crusted with dark red where I had clawed at the bars when my sentinels first dropped me here.My bones ached, bruised and torn by the heavy gauntlets of men who used to look aside with reverence when I roamed the galleries of the Keep, but the rage in my chest smoldered brighter than any hearth in the Keep.Luna.I had earned the title with blood and pain. Every single full moon I gulped down the bitter, fiery draught of black-spore thistle just to keep my belly flat while tho
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha If I hadn't rejected you
The way up from the Sunken Hold was a climb in stifling silence.Every step echoed on the stairs. Kael took the lead, his broadsword still in its sheath at his side, the golden torchlight flickering wildly up and down the damp spiraling walls. Behind him, Draven and I supported ourselves with the strength of his shoulder. His left arm held me at the small of my back.His skin burned through my cloak as hot as slag. The purple veins along his neck had gone dead and blue, but every harsh pant breathed in the faint smell of burnt ozone.We passed through the massive oak portal of the lower vaults and emerged into the High Courtyard of Valemont.The dawn on the mountains was not yet here. The sky was in an unusual color; I did not look at it much in my weak spirit. Twenty men from Draven's northern huscarls formed a strict formation in the frosty cobblestone. Their massive black-iron lamellar armor glowed with the moisture of the cold. In the front of them, their warhorses, the powerful
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha You need her help
Next to me, on the wet floor, Draven gasped for breath, struggling to stay upright and not collapse face-first into the water with me in his arms. His obsidian bones had retracted, and his jaw, neck, and wide shoulders had turned back to normal, but with a terrible price.The black cords of the ancient vengeance hadn't vanished. Instead, they had receded into the depths of his marrow, thick and raging, pulsing with an irregular violet heat that burned through the freezing mist and melted his fevered skin.He was alive, but there was nothing inside him."Aria..." Draven rasped. "Aria..." he called again, crawling on his knees and dragging my unconscious body into his lap. "Aria, look at me! Look at me!"I tried to focus my eyes on his face, but I could not hold the light. My limbs went numb, heavy as cast iron. Inside my chest, my Nullifier core was silent, cracked, and empty like an abandoned grave.I could not breathe. The poison I had extracted from him was in my heart, freezing my
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha Draven must be saved
For a second I regretted that we did not come with Beta Cassian, but he was the only warrior Draven trusted to guide my son.We had come through the breaches into the depths below the Sunken Hold; torches flickered behind us, clutched in the hands of several northern huskarls who decided not to stay up there. At my side, Kael moved with his sword unsheathed, his amber eyes inspecting every jutting rock and shadow, his breath forming ragged clouds of frost."There," Kael hissed, coming to a stop on a wet ledge.Twenty feet away, on the protruding tip of the stone ledge stretching towards the dark, stormy waters, the Weeping Altar rose from the mist.It was a huge, smooth block of basalt with the shape of an open hand. Pale veins of blue lightning energy pulsed along its edges, ancient leylines drinking the cold damp of the mountains.Seated on the stone hand was Draven.He was barely recognizable as the sovereign who had taken me to his northern halls. The obsidian armor of bone had al
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