The Alpha's Cursed Mate

TIARA'S POVThe sounds of laughter and music echoed through the pack house. Tonight was a celebration, though I didn’t know what exactly we were celebrating. It didn’t matter. These events were never for me. My role was always the same: invisible, unnoticed, and burdened with the endless tasks of a servant.In the small servant quarters, I stood behind Phoebe as she examined herself in the mirror. The dress she had chosen for the night was stunning—soft satin in deep emerald that clung to her figure and shone with every movement. Her curls framed her face like a halo, though her cruel smile reminded me she was anything but angelic."Tiara," she snapped, her sharp tone pulling me out of my thoughts. "Stop standing there like a fool and help me lace this up!"I stepped forward, my fingers fumbling with the delicate ties of her dress. She smacked my hand away with a huff. "Are you completely useless? Honestly, I don’t know why Father hasn’t just thrown you out yet. A dimwit like you is

TIARA'S POVI was summoned early in the morning. The knock on the door of my small, cold room startled me awake. I wasn’t used to visitors unless it was Nina, and she never knocked. The guard outside didn’t bother to explain, just muttered something about the elders and my father.Dread settled in my chest as I dressed quickly, pulling on the same tattered gown I had worn the day before at the party. It was the best I had, despite its many stitches. It didn’t matter what I looked like; they wouldn’t care. They never did.When I arrived at the great hall, the atmosphere was heavy. The elders sat in a semicircle, their faces solemn and unreadable. My father stood at the center, tall and imposing, while Victoria and Phoebe flanked him like a queen and her princess. Phoebe’s smile was smug, her dress perfect and dazzling as usual. Once again, I found myself doing a mental comparison of the both of us. This was the life we were both supposed to have, but somehow, I felt like a speck of d

NICHOLAS’ POV The MoonCrown pack’s territory was quiet as I approached. But despite the calmness of the surrounding, I felt an unease. It wasn’t the looming threat of rogues that concerned me. No, my thoughts were entirely occupied by her. Tiara. Her name haunted me since our meeting in the woods. My wolf had pleaded with me to not let her go, because of the strong force of attraction that I felt for her. But I had to. I couldn't keep her only after meeting her once. I hadn’t been able to forget the desperation in her voice, the bruises on her body, or the way she trembled when she cried. A part of me had wanted to storm the MoonCrown pack then and there, but I knew patience was key. Now, Alpha Darius himself had come to me, asking for support. It was the perfect opportunity to see for myself how she was faring. This pack meeting was indeed needed. The pack house loomed ahead, a grand structure that stood as a symbol of power and pride. It was well-maintained, its high windows gle

Alpha Nicholas’ POV The chamber given to me was large, filled with expensive furniture and decorated with fine details meant to impress. It was comfortable, but it did not compare to my own pack house. The ForestHowl Pack had far greater wealth and strength. Everything there was grander. This room, while luxurious, was still lacking. The MoonCrown pack had done their best, but it only showed how much they were trying to please me. I walked across the room, feeling the soft carpet under my feet. The heavy curtains swayed slightly from the night breeze coming through the window I had left open. The air outside was crisp, carrying the scents of the forest beyond the pack house. The treaty discussions had gone well. I had come here to ensure the MoonCrown pack’s alliance with mine. The enemy faction we were up against was growing stronger, and I needed more packs to stand with me. In return, I had offered protection. It was an easy decision for Alpha Darius. His pack needed strength, a

Tiara’s POV A loud, sharp banging yanked me out of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked, trying to understand where I was. The blankets around me were warm, softer than anything I had ever slept on in years. For a moment, I allowed myself to relax—until the banging came again. "Tiara!" The voice was unmistakable. Luna Victoria. I jolted up, heart pounding as I scrambled off the bed. I rushed to the door, pulling it open. My stepmother stood before me, arms crossed, her eyes full of disapproval. "Have you forgotten your duties? Why on earth would you be in bed until this time?" she snapped. My stomach sank. Reality was here again to haunt me. "Do you think that because you now live in the main pack house, you can sleep until the sun is high?" Her voice dripped with irritation. I swallowed hard. I had overslept. In the servants’ quarters, I always woke before dawn to begin my chores. But last night, for the first time in years, I had slept in a real bed with warmth wrappe