All Chapters of Mated To The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Elena's POV)The Crescent Bay Veterinary Clinic is a cocoon of sterile calm at this hour. The fluorescent lights hum softly, a sound that has become my lifeline after a very long day at work.Hunched over a chart at the front desk, pen in hand, I scribble notes about a cat named Muffin who's finally eating again after a week of fighting an infection.My fingers tremble slightly from exhaustion. Years of wielding scalpels and syringes have left my hands calloused, but tonight, the ache goes deeper. Still, I feel that quiet glow of satisfaction. Muffin's going to make it. That's what keeps me here, day after day, night after night, stitching together small miracles in a world that feels more broken than whole.At twenty-nine, sleep rarely comes easily. Exhaustion has settled into my bones, but something else has settled there too. I've learned how to find meaning in the smallest victories, even if it means trading my sanity for them.My scrubs are wrinkled. A smudge of cat fur clings t

My apartment door squeaks as I push it open, my whole mind still trying to figure out what could have happened before I met this massive black dog that's now right beside me. His warmth presses into my side as he leans closer to me, even slightly brushing against me.Every step we took through the foggy streets of Crescent Bay made me extremely tired. My arms burn from supporting his bulk. He's heavy and wounded, but he limps on his own, persistent and silent.Now we're inside, out of the cold, but the strangeness of everything settles hard in my chest.The air inside smells faintly of coffee, dust, and antiseptic. The whole place is cluttered with books piled on every surface, yesterday's sandwich still abandoned on the counter, but it's my space. I live here. I survive here. I fix myself here. The thought steadies me as I help Shadow, the name I gave him in my heart, lower himself onto a blanket I spread out over an old tarpaulin in one corner of the living room.He makes a deep rum

(Elena's POV)Pale gray morning light filters through the clinic windows, providing the perfect illumination for the morning. I'm back at the Crescent Bay Veterinary Clinic, my fingers wrapped around a coffee cup, trying to shake the exhaustion that's sunk deep into my bones.Last night doesn't really seem to have happened. A giant bleeding dog in an alley, its silver eyes set on me as if he could read my mind, and now he's stretched out on a heap of blankets in my living room. I keep reliving how he looked at me. Like he knew something. Even though it's strange to feel, I feel like he was a person.But I can't dwell on that part. It's obviously not true. But its whole calmness, even when I tended to the wounds, was unreal. I need an explanation for it. Something normal.The clinic hums with the usual sounds of morning: machines whirring to life, paws shuffling in cages, and the soft quiet sounds made by the animals. I lean against the counter, sipping the bitter coffee, as I remind m

The forest floor is cold beneath my bare feet, moss and dead leaves that absorb each silent step. Moonlight filters through the canopy above, painting all silver and shadow. My lungs burn with the sweet agony of running, but I won't stop. Cannot stop.Something pushes me ahead of myself through the trees, further into the darkness.My heart pounds not with fear, but with anticipation. All my senses are heightened beyond any I have ever experienced. I can smell the rich earth, the sap that flows from bark, the musk of animals waiting in the underbrush. I can hear the shush of wind through leaves, the distant sound of water flowing over rock, the quiet tread of paws on forest floor.Other paws.I am not alone.Shadows move across the trees beside me, moving at a smooth pace. Large shapes that zigzag between trunks like smoke made solid. I catch glimpses of glowing eyes, the flash of teeth, the ripple of hard muscles Beneath black fur.They're lovely. They're frightening. Wild in a way t

(Rylan's POV)The Forest breathes with centuries of power this evening, but it cannot mask the scent of failure that clings to my coat.I creep low behind a fallen oak, watching the younger wolves disperse through the underbrush with all the stealth of stampeding cattle. Three weeks. Three weeks Kael's been missing, and already our pack is unraveling at the seams like a rope left outside in the rain too many days."Stay where you are, Damon," I growl through the pack bond.The response comes back thick with rebellion. "I don't have to always listen to you?."My hackles rise. Six months ago, Damon would never have dared challenge pack hierarchy. Now the young wolf thinks he can challenge me because our Alpha isn't present to remind him otherwise.Behind the trees, I watch our prey. A small group of grazing deer in a moonlit glade, oblivious to the hunters closing in on them from behind. It should be an easy hunt. Should be. But nothing is easy anymore, not when half the pack challenges