บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA'S CURSED MATE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

They called me cursed.Not in the way people threw around bad luck or superstition. Not the kind of curse you could shake off with a stiff drink and a forced laugh. No, mine came with whispered warnings and wolves who wouldn't meet my eyes. It came with dead mates and a reputation that clung to me like a second skin.And now, it came with a contract.The Council chamber smelled like burning sage and old power. Ten Elders sat in a semicircle, their expressions showing that they were emotionless, because their faces were blank, some showing quite disdain. In front of me, there’s a parchment laying on a polished mahogany table, it's the parchment that determines what will happen to me.Either good or bad."You understand what this means, Seraphina Nightbane?" Elder Garrick spoke with the heavy voice of a man who had controlled too many lives"I sank into my chair and folded my arms across my chest. "That you’ve officially washed your hands of me?"A few of the Elders stiffened. Garrick, un

The Dead Don’t Stay Quiet The howl that woke me wasn’t from the wolves outside. It came from deep within the estate, raw and sharp. Something inside me said to me that this wasn’t over. The others had already arrived there,by the time I threw on a jacket and made it to the courtyard. The body slumped against the main gate,and a dark pool of blood was spreading beneath him. The sharp scent of blood lingered in the air make my stomach churn. No, this wasn’t just any wolf. It was one of Kieran’s.. The scrawled message showing across the iron bars made my stomach drop. YOU CAN’T PROTECT HER. Caspian stood rigid, his hands curled into fists clenched at his sides while Cian paced nearby,and restless energy was rolling off him. Ronan wasn’t actually looking at the body, but it's me he was looking at. Kieran knelt beside the corpse, pressing two fingers against the fabric. He wasn’t just checking the body; he was studying it. His eyes traced the wounds like they held a secret only he

The Dead Don’t LieThe scent of blood had already soaked into my walls.The dead man was lying sprawling across my floor, his lifeless fingers curling around my shirt like he had fought to keep the piece of my cloth in his grip, even after death. His dead gaze remained locked on the ceiling, while his mouth was slightly opened, as if he had been caught mid-scream.SHE BELONGS TO ME.The words carved into his chest were still fresh, the cuts on him were deep and messy. It's clear that the message wasn't written in haste. It was a statement made with purpose,in other to send a message that would not be forgotten.Kieran stood beside me, his arms crossed, unreadable as always. If the sight of another body in his estate disturbed him, he didn’t show it. He only watched, his expression was cool and calculating.Caspian crouched beside the corpse, his fingers hovering over the man’s throat. "Human," he murmured. "Not a wolf. No scent of a pack."Cian, who had been pacing like a caged anima

The mark on my arm pulsed like a second heartbeat—constant, unwanted, and growing stronger with each hour.I stood alone in my room, sleeve rolled up, watching the black ink twist across my skin like it had a purpose. It didn’t stop at my shoulder anymore. It had crept toward my collarbone during the night, inch by inch, like it was hunting something inside me.I hadn’t told anyone.Not yet.Not because I was brave—hell, if anything, I was scared out of my mind. But I needed to understand what this thing was doing to me before the pack decided I was more curse than ally.There was something strange in the pull I felt, like the way a storm builds quietly in your bones. No thunder, no warning—just a slow pressure that doesn't let up. It pointed one direction. East. Toward Ronan’s land.Ronan’s land was off-limits. Everyone said so. Even Kieran, who rarely concerned himself with boundaries. Ronan’s wolves didn’t mix. His territory had its own laws, its own rhythm. People kept their dista

He was dead the moment he said my name.Not in that casual way, not even with disrespect wrapped in humor. No, the rogue spit it like it was poison. Like I wasn’t standing ten feet away, surrounded by wolves who would tear him apart if Kieran didn’t get there first.And he did.Kieran moved before anyone could stop him. A blur. One second he was standing beside Ronan, arms crossed and quiet, and the next he had the rogue pinned against the concrete wall of the southern barracks."You want to repeat that?" Kieran's voice was low, but not soft. Nothing about him was ever soft.The rogue gasped, clawing at the arm across his throat. "I said she’s the cursed girl. And we all know she’s going to get us killed."I stood frozen, just outside the training yard. I hadn’t meant to overhear. I’d only come out to walk, to clear my head after the Prophet. After the vision. After everything that left me feeling like a ticking bomb with no instructions.Caspian appeared beside me, voice low. "You sh