Semua Bab The Alpha's Cursed vow: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled in your bones and made it hard to breathe. The crowd gathered around the center of the town square was a mix of fear and anticipation, waiting for the inevitable. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a dim light over the stage of Seraphina Vale’s death. It was a cruel irony that this was her final dawn, and the very warmth of the sun seemed to mock her as it spread across the cold stone beneath her feet. Seraphina’s wrists were bound by silver chains, burning into her skin with every movement. Her once-beautiful gown, stained with dirt and blood, clung to her frame like a shroud. Her dark hair, usually wild and untamed, hung in matted strands around her face, a stark contrast to the calm resolve she wore on the outside. Her heart beat fiercely in her chest, but there was no fear in her. There was only acceptance. The last of the Vale witches was to be burned at dawn, and there was no escape from it. The town had already cond

The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the altar, the weight of her decision pressing heavily upon her. Dorian Nightbane stood beside her, his presence like a force of nature, both overwhelming and suffocating. She could feel his power radiating, could almost taste the darkness that clung to him. His gaze was unwavering, focused on her as if he could see every secret, every doubt that flitted through her mind. His eyes, gleaming with intensity, made her feel as though she were standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down into the unknown.The air was thick with anticipation, and the gathered crowd those loyal to Dorian, those bound by pack laws watched in silent

The moon hung high in the sky, a blood-red orb casting its weird glow over the Blackveil Pack’s territory. The night was thick with an unnatural stillness, and the air felt charged, as if something dark and powerful was stirring just beyond the edges of perception. Seraphina Vale stood by her window, staring out at the sprawling wilderness. The trees swayed in the wind, their branches whispering to one another in a language only they understood. But for all the quiet, she could sense the unease in the air, the creeping tension that had settled over the pack ever since her arrival. She had tried to ignore it, but it gnawed at her, like a constant undercurrent that refused to be drowned out. The wolves were restless.It had started small at first a few growls, some snapping between pack members, but now, it was escalating. More and more wolves were turning wild, their instincts taking over as if something were driving them to madness. The shadows at the edges of the woods seemed darke

The packhouse was unusually quiet that morning. The sharp crack of a firewood splitting echoed through the halls, but aside from that, there was no movement. The air was thick, stifling, almost suffocating with an unease that had settled over the pack ever since the rogue attack. Seraphina stood at the entrance, her hand resting on the worn doorknob as she stared into the flickering shadows cast by the early morning sun. Something was wrong. She could feel it deep in her bones. The strange events of the past week had escalated, the whispers growing louder, the shadows darker.She had spent the previous night in her room, eyes wide open, listening to the murmurs of the pack, the hushed voices speaking of bad omens and curses. It was as if the entire pack was on the brink of something terrible, something far worse than a rogue attack.The sudden shrill cry from the packhouse hallway shattered the silence, sending a chill down Seraphina’s spine. It was the unmistakable sound of panic.W

The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its pale light across the dense forest surrounding the Blackveil Pack's stronghold. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and Seraphina couldn't help but wonder if the curse was woven into the very land beneath her feet. She had never felt a darkness so pervasive, so suffocating. And yet, the sense of impending doom seemed to draw her in, like an invisible force pulling her deeper into the heart of its power. Dorian was not the only one marked by it. No, Seraphina could feel the weight of the curse on herself as well, winding its way around her bones, tightening with every passing day. She had thought she would be free of it, that she could escape, but every time she tried to outrun it, every time she sought to pull herself away from the man she had been bound to, it had only drawn her closer. Now, she stood in the Alpha's chamber, staring at the map spread before her, tracing the blood-red runes that seemed to pulse with an