The Cursed Alpha and his Chosen Mate

The world has changed over the years. Humans and werewolves now live side by side, bound by uneasy harmony and ancient laws. But peace built on secrets never lasts and mine is the darkest of all. Alpha Davian, ruler of the Crescent Moon Pack and King of the werewolf realm. CEO of Blackfang Corporation. To his people, he is power, authority, and control. But beneath the surface, a curse burns through his veins, waiting for the right moment to destroy him from within. It starts the same way every time heat crawls beneath his skin, rising until his blood feels like fire. His heart pounds as though trying to burst through his ribs. His body trembles, and his eyes blaze an unnatural shade of blue, and he can taste iron on the tongue. I clenched my jaw and let out a low growl. “Not now,” I hissed to myself, gripping the edge of the bedpost until my knuckles turned white. The pain came in waves, spreading from my chest to my throat, searing every inch of flesh it touched. I couldn’t

Her lips were soft. So soft that for a moment, I forgot who I was, forgot what I was, forgot that I was supposed to be the Alpha who ruled with power and pride. All I knew was that the pain was gone, and her lips tasted like the only cure I’d ever needed. She hit my chest with her fists, small and desperate, trying to push me away, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Because for the first time since the curse began burning through my blood, I felt alive. Then the pain of a different kind seared through me. She bit my lip hard. I hissed and pulled back, tasting blood. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her breath unsteady. And before I could say a word, she slapped me again. The second one hurt even worse. Not because of the pain, but because of what came next. Tears filled her eyes, her voice trembling as she whispered, “That was my first kiss.” I froze. “It was meant for my husband,” she continued, voice breaking, “not for an asshole like you.” Her wo

I smiled, though my eyes stung. I sat beside her and took her hand gently, afraid of hurting her. Her skin felt paper-thin, but her grip, her grip was still strong. “Did you manage to talk to the doctor about your heart bypass schedule?” I asked carefully. Grandma’s smile faded a little, and she looked away. “I don’t plan on having the surgery, sweetheart.” For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. “What?” I blinked, my hand tightening around hers. “Grandma, what did you just say?” She looked back at me, her eyes soft but filled with something heavy… something final. “You’re starting college in a few days, my dear. The tuition is due, and we can’t afford to fall deeper into debt than we already are. I’ve lived long enough, Corvina. I… I don't want to be a burden to you.” “Grandma!” I almost shouted, tears rising in my throat. “Are you serious right now? Don’t ever say something like that again.” “Sweetheart…” she began, but I cut her off, my voice shaking. “You’re all