All Chapters of The Curse of Alpha Danearo: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

ELYSIA’S POVI was never meant to know what it feels like to be loved.I have known this ever since I have known my name--Elysia. A name that should have stood for something magnificent, instead, it stood for a woman who was three times doomed.The first was uttered with my first breath, an infant girl with tiny bright eyes and very pale skin… the harbinger of misfortune with a Barren Womb.What a cruel fate for a second daughter under the rule of a powerful lord and father Brynwick. No sane man would wish for a wife who could not have his heir, and no father would want to love a daughter who could not strengthen his lineage.It wasn't like I cannot bring a life into this world, if I ever would, that child would not survive… or worse, it would come into the world unnatural, cursed, like me. The midwives said that the Goddess had marked me, but no one knew whether it was a punishment or a warning. The pregnant women held onto their swollen bellies in my presence as if I would suck away

ELYSIA’S POVThe wind howled through the darkened forest, as sharp as a blade against my skin. The movements of the horse were jarring, not nearly as bad as the weight of the man behind me.His arm locked around my waist, his grip possessive, frightening. Heat radiated from him, seeping through my thin dress, and I hated it. Hated how my body recognized the warmth when my mind recoiled from him.I could hear his heartbeat. Slow and calm which is in contrast to mine that rattles inside my ribs like a caged bird. His breath fanned against my neck with each jolt of the horse. Too close. Too solid. Too much."You are a quiet, human." His voice cut through the wind, deep and serrated. "I expected more of a fight."I bit the inside of my cheek and refused to answer.Because what could I say? That I wasn’t the woman he thought I was? That my father had tricked him, given him the wrong daughter?No.I had seen what he did to my father who betrayed him. If he ever realized the truth—that I was

DANEARO'S POVhe grand feasting hall was loud with clamor — wolves laughing, tearing meat from bone, raising goblets — but every sound rang hollow in my ears. The fire burned bright, yet none of its warmth reached me. Not while the whispers swirled around her.Elysia.She moved as though walking to her execution, her steps hesitant, shoulders taut, eyes lowered. When we entered, I laid my hand against her back, guiding her forward.“Come,” I murmured, not a suggestion but a command. “Sit with me.”She stiffened. Just for a breath. My fingers tightened against her spine, a reminder that hesitation had no place here. She swallowed, obeying.I sat at the head of the table, as was my right, and gestured toward the seat beside me. “Sit.”She stepped forward, but before she could lower herself, I pulled her onto my lap.Her gasp cut through the hall.The murmurs stopped. Every wolf’s head turned. Their gazes were knives, some filled with envy, others with doubt.I held her there, one arm lo

ELYSIA’S POVThe days blurred together, dripping past like blood from an unhealed wound.I woke. I slept. I bled. I healed.Or at least, that was what the healers whispered — that my body had “mended better than expected.” I wanted to laugh in their faces. What good was a body that healed if the soul inside it begged to end?I lost count after three. Or maybe it was four.Time had no meaning inside Danearo’s chamber. My world was reduced to firelight, heavy furs that pressed down like chains, and the sharp ache that pulsed in my stomach with every breath.The healers called it a miracle. “You were lucky,” they whispered, their hands smelling of herbs and smoke as they pressed bandages against me.Lucky.If I had been lucky, I would have died.Instead, I woke each morning — if it was morning at all — and stared at the stone ceiling while the whispers outside the door leaked in through the cracks. “Cursed thing.”“She tried to cut herself open before the pack.”“He should’ve let her bl