Lahat ng Kabanata ng Offered To The Cursed Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Isabella Hart’s footsteps quickened as she darted through the thickening woods, the familiar path to the pack house now shadowed in the fading light of dusk. Dinner preparations would have started already, and if anyone noticed her absence, she’d be in serious trouble. But she couldn’t help it. The sharp cry of a pup from the eastern border had pierced through the forest like a blade, and her instincts had taken over.She hadn’t thought twice. She never did when someone was in pain.By the time she reached the border, the scent of rogue wolves lingered in the air—foul and metallic—and her stomach churned. Her heart clenched at the sight of the young pup, bloodied and trembling, his flank torn open. She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands moving without hesitation.No one knew what she truly was.Even she didn’t fully understand it.But from a young age, Isabella had been able to heal. With just a touch, pain would fade, wounds would close, bones would mend. She never questioned

*Blood Moon Pack*Killian Nightbane—the name alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest Alphas.At the age of twenty-three, he was the most powerful Alpha Prince in the entire werewolf realm. Deadly handsome, impossibly strong. So feared that even the Alpha leaders of neighboring packs bowed before him without hesitation. It was said that no one dared to look him in the eyes and lived to see the next sunrise.They didn’t call him “Death” for nothing.Another warrior collapsed to the ground in the training field, groaning in pain. Killian had defeated him in just three steps—swift, brutal, and effortless. He’d even given the warrior several chances to strike first, to test his skill. But it made no difference. Despite being the best in his academy, the young fighter couldn’t even land two punches.“Pathetic,” Killian growled in frustration. “Train harder—if you want this pack to remain the strongest.”Disgusted, he wiped the sweat and dust from his arms and ches

His cold green eyes locked onto a pair of bright blue orbs, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to stop around them.She blinked—once, then twice—and a soft gasp escaped her parted lips, instantly drawing Killian’s gaze downward.Fuck. Those lips. So damn kissable. He was already painfully hard just from looking at them. His heart was pounding, and his wolf snarled in his head.What the fuck was wrong with him?But suddenly, her expression shifted—terror flashing in her eyes. She began to wriggle out of his arms, and the change made his brows knit in confusion.Who was she terrified of? Was it him?But when she struggled harder, he let her go.She didn’t stay a moment longer. She turned and ran—as if fleeing for her life.Killian stood frozen, still feeling the imprint of her in his arms.‘Who the fuck was she?’The question was growled in his mind by his wolf, consuming every ounce of Killian’s focus—pushing everything else in the world to the side."That was Isabella Hart. Y

Her hand was incredibly soft—like silk, or maybe fine cotton. He couldn’t decide. But it fit perfectly in his.So perfect, he could have held it forever without a single complaint.Damn it. Not again.Killian clenched his jaw. He hated that feeling—one he didn’t want to have for anyone other than Maya. He furiously glanced at Isabella’s face, but she kept her eyes down, staring at the floor. Not once did she look up at him. Just a few minutes ago, when he held her in his arms, she had pulled away as if his touch had burned her and ran off as fast as she could.That hit something deep in his Alpha pride. Girls would throw themselves at him for a glance, and here she was—his bride—acting like he wasn’t even there. It stung more than he expected.This isn't good for his Alpha ego.The ceremony continued. Vows were exchanged. Then Luna Linda approached with a tray carrying two rings.Killian took one and slid it gently onto Isabella’s finger. Her hand trembled slightly, but she didn’t pul

She drew in a sharp breath, nerves coiling inside her as something strange stirred once again. Her shy wolf, too, awakened at his nearness. Her name rolled off his warm tongue, sounding entirely different—richer, deeper—in the husky timbre of his voice. She dared not look up at his face to see his expression. Instead, she kept chewing on the cake, her eyes fixed on her feet.Alpha James stepped forward and hugged her from the side. “Welcome to your new home, my dear,” he said warmly.“Thank you, Alpha,” she replied softly.“You may call me Father, or James—whichever feels right to you,” Alpha James said, his voice gentle as his hand came to rest on her head in a comforting touch. “There’s no need for formality between us, my dear. You are like a daughter to me now, and I want you to remember that. Whatever you need, you can come to me—just as you would have gone to your own father in your old pack. All right?”Isabella nodded silently. Grace gave Rose a subtle signal with her eyes, a