The Cursed Alpha and his Chosen Mate

“Grandma, please don’t worry about me that much,” I said softly, holding my phone close to my ear as I walked along the quiet street. “I’ll come visit you at the hospital soon, okay? And please you don’t have to worry about your medical bills. I promise you, I’ll make sure I…”

The words died on my tongue.

A blinding flash of light filled my vision. My heart stopped. A car was speeding straight toward me too fast, too close.

“Oh my God!” I gasped, stumbling backwards, but it was too late.

The impact came hard, though not enough to throw me off completely. I hit the ground, my phone skidding across the road. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the vehicle now just inches away from me.

“Holy hell…” I whispered, clutching my chest. My heart was pounding like a drum. “Who the hell drives like that?!”

The car had swerved sharply, smashing into a nearby tree to avoid hitting me full force. Smoke drifted from under the hood, and the front bumper was crushed inward.

I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain in my knee, and ran toward the car. The windshield was cracked, and through it, I saw the driver motionless, head tilted slightly against the seat.

“Sir?” I called, knocking on the window. “Sir, can you hear me?”

“No response.”

Panic rose inside me. “Oh no, no, no…” I tried opening the door, and thankfully, it wasn’t locked. I pulled it open and bent down beside him. “Sir?”

“He didn’t move.”

Up close, he looked… different. His skin was pale, his jaw sharp and defined, his lips parted slightly as though he had been breathing heavily moments before passing out. He looked young, maybe early thirties, but his aura about him felt much older.

“Oh God, I hope he’s okay,” I murmured, went to grab my phone on the road and luckily it was still functioning. With a trembling hand and shaking fingers. I dialled the emergency “Hello? I need an ambulance, someone’s been in an accident!”

The operator took my location quickly, and I ended the call, still staring at the man. My pulse hadn’t settled.

He was beautiful.

I froze, realising what I’d just said out loud. “Holy crap, Corvina, pull yourself together,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Moments later, sirens blared in the distance. The red and blue lights reflected off the wet road as the ambulance pulled up beside us. Two paramedics rushed over, checking his pulse and vitals.

“Miss, are you injured?” one of them asked.

“No, no, I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “But he…he passed out after the crash.”

They nodded and lifted him carefully onto a stretcher. I stood there, watching, my hands trembling.

“Miss, are you coming with us?” one of the nurses asked.

I hesitated. My mind screamed no, but my mouth said, “Yes.”

Why did I say yes?

I had no idea. Maybe it was guilt… of him being hurt and here I'm good and okay even though it wasn't my fault.

At the hospital, everything happened quickly. The doctors seemed to recognise him immediately.

“Get him to an emergency now!” one shouted. “It’s Alpha Davian!”

“Alpha Davian?”

The Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack and the King of the werewolf realm.

What the fuck!

I still can't stop thinking about how I almost got hit by him with his car.

I watched as they rushed him into a room, my thoughts tangled between confusion and concern.

After what felt like hours, a nurse approached me. “Miss, he’s stable now. You can go in and see him if you like.”

“Miss…” I repeated under my breath. The word sounded too formal for someone like me.

Still, curiosity won. I took a deep breath and entered the room.

And there he was lying on the bed, his face calm and peaceful. The sunlight from the window touched his skin, making it glow faintly. His chest rose and fell steadily.

I sat down in the chair beside him, unsure what to do. For a moment, I just stared at his features, which were striking. Sharp cheekbones. Strong jawline. Black hair that curled slightly over his forehead. He looked almost unreal, like someone carved from the night itself.

Still finding it hard to believe that he is an Alpha.

Then, his eyes flickered open.

I jumped slightly, my heart leaping to my throat. “Oh sir, you’re awake!”

He blinked, his gaze unfocused for a moment before locking on me. Those eyes… an icy blue that seemed to pierce straight through my soul.

“You passed out,” I said quickly, trying to sound calm. “You crashed your car. I….I called the ambulance and brought you here.”

He didn’t say a single word, just stared at me. I reached forward instinctively to touch his forehead, to check if he was feverish.

Before my fingers made contact, his hand shot up his hand grabbing mine.

The touch sent a jolt through my body, like lightning. My breath caught.

He looked at me with horror which I couldn't understand the reason for.