All Chapters of THE CURSED ONE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Her scream made everything still.Alpha Damian whipped his head to the direction of Hope’s voice. In one swift motion he launched himself, sword drawn and decapitated the rogue wolf. The remaining rogues ran off.“Don’t let them escape” He said with fury.The wolf’s body hitting the ground with a thud. Hope collapsed on Laura’s bloodied form.The Alpha knelt beside them scooping Hope into his arms with care.One of the warriors made to carry Laura to the infirmary.“I’ll carry her-““Don’t touch her” Damian growled his voice filled with a quiet yet dangerous authority.“She saved my daughter. I’ll take her”With Hope in one arm and a barely conscious Laura in the other,the Alpha rose and began walking to the infirmary it wasn’t too far. His warriors formed a protective circle around them as they headed for the Infirmary.The field marked with the cost of survival. The scent of blood and bodies of fallen rogues. ———Three days later Hope regained consciousness and immediately asked

The next day after the chaos in the east wing, the heavy tension that’s once filled the halls dissipated gradually returning to the steady rhythm of life.Yet beneath the surface, something had shifted. An unspoken current that everyone had purposely avoided mentioning.Laura stared at her reflection in the mirror. She pulled her shirt higher, her gaze fixated on the glowing mark etched on her stomach where a scar was supposed to form.ELARA. The name repeated itself in her mind over and over. What did it mean? The way it appeared looked supernatural. Was it what the Moon Goddess meant when she spoke of—the prophecy?No one treated her differently. It was truly different from Silvermoon pack, if this sort of thing were to happen there. She’d rather not think of it.No one whispered.No question. No sidelong glances. As if the event was shared with shadows.She traced the glowing mark lightly with a mixture of fear and awe. She remembered the Goddess’s words: “This is only the b

Alpha Damian sat in his study alone. The soft click of the phone as he ended the call echoed in the room. He leaned back against the chair and exhaled softly. Laura had arrived at the camp-the enforcer had just informed him of her arrival. Ever since Laura left,his wolf had been growling in protest. He stirred again as Damian prepared for another fight with him. One with words. Arthur’s words: “You sent her to suffer.”Damian countered“I sent her to survive.”“You mean to turn her into a weapon. Your weapon to avenge Hera.”Arthur snapped.“Yes. I am going to use her to avenge Hera. Have you forgotten what Silvermoon did to her? To our parents?” Damian fired back.“And so? You want to punish her for that packs mistake? The same pack that made her life hell? Now you want to use her? You are her MATE. You want to push your other half into the fire to avenge a dead person?”Arthur growled in fury.Damian stayed silent.His fist curled against the desk. Arthur had quieted down only for

After dinner the girls returned back to their rooms. Shiela pulled out a small jar from her bag and handed it to Laura.“Balm. Helps with bruises. It smells like old herbs but it works really well.”Laura applied it on her sore parts, wincing each time she touched them.“Thanks.”Shiela sat on her bed“Tomorrow’s combat drills are tougher and longer.”Laura sighed and said.“I want to use the phone booth tomorrow.”“Calling home?”“Yeah”“I’ll walk you there.”They laid down on the bed, the soft hum of the facility settling around them.At 8:58, the lights dimmedThen sharp 9 it went out.Shiela whispered in the dark“Goodnight Laura.”“Goodnight Shiela.” Laura whispered back.———The sun broke out over the jagged peaks surrounding the barracks, bathing the training courtyard in harsh golden lights.Laura stood opposite Shiela both clad in their training uniforms,the muscles in Shiela’s arm rippled as she rotated her shoulders with a predatory grin on her face. “Don’t go easy on me to

The basement gym was dimly lit, it reeked of blood,old iron and sweat. Concrete walls bore cracks and the floor stained with blood,where past initiates had bled and passed out. A single bulb made the room feel alive as it casted shadows across.Frok towered over Laura like a nightmare in flesh. His body naked from the torso upward. A slab of scarred muscle, teeth sharp even in human form. He wrapped Laura’s hands in worn gauze and shoved a mouth guard between her lips. “No talking. Only bleeding.”She barely had time to react when his fist slammed into her stomach. Air whooshed from her lungs as she hit the mat gasping.“Get up. That’s lesson one: Take the hit.”Frok didn’t hold back, it was all Alpha Damian’s orders they don’t go easy on her. His words were clear:“I need her ready. I need it fast” Each round grew tougher. Crueler. Jabs to her ribs, brutal uppercuts, and cruel parries that left her chin exposed for punishment.He taught her how to duck. By making her regret not