All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ElaraThe sting of icy water jerks me awake.I gasp and curl in on myself, clutching the tattered blanket to my chest. The bucket clatters to the stone floor, and a low growl rumbles above me.“Up, wolfless!” Marra, one of the head omegas, stands over me, sneering. Her bulk fills the cramped space of the sleeping quarters, her sharp eyes glittering in the dim firelight. “The kitchen’s a mess, and Alpha Garrick won’t be pleased if breakfast isn’t ready when he rises.”I scramble off the thin straw pallet, biting back a groan as my bare feet touch the freezing floor. My body protests, bruises from yesterday’s work throbbing beneath my ragged tunic. Hunger gnaws at me, sharp and relentless, but I bow my head and murmur, “Yes, Marra.”She smirks, clearly pleased by my submission. “Good. Maybe today you’ll manage not to screw up.”Her words cut, but I swallow them down. I’ve learned better than to fight back. A wolfless omega has no voice, no protection—not even a wolf to rely on. Without

KaelThe moment I step into Bloodfang’s hall, the stench of rot and desperation hits me.I keep my expression impassive, though my wolf snarls beneath my skin. Garrick’s pack reeks of sickness—mistrust, fear, and decay hidden beneath the false gleam of power. It’s a smell I know well, one I’ve spent my life crushing wherever I find it.And yet, here I am, forced to stand beneath Garrick’s roof, bargaining for what I need.My men flank me, silent and watchful. They know the danger of this place as well as I do. Bloodfang warriors line the walls, their gazes sharp, hands hovering near their blades. Tension hums in the air like a taut bowstring.Garrick himself lounges at the head of the hall, his bulk wrapped in furs. His smile is too wide, his posture too relaxed. A predator pretending to be at ease.We exchange the formal greetings, empty words meant to smooth over old grudges. Then we sit, the table between us laden with food and drink I have no desire to touch.But my focus isn’t on

KaelThe hall empties slowly, the heavy wooden doors closing behind the last of my warriors. Silence descends, broken only by the crackle of the torches lining the stone walls.I remain standing at the center of the room, hands clasped behind my back, staring at the space where Elara stood moments ago.My claim still echoes in the air: She is under my protection.I never speak those words lightly. Here, they carry the weight of blood and bond, and my pack knows what it means. It means no one touches her, no one questions her presence, not unless they want to face me.But already, I sense their doubt simmering beneath the surface.They don’t understand why I brought a wolfless omega into our midst. They don’t see the necessity. They don’t know the truth that burns in my veins like poison.I turn sharply and climb the stairs to my private chambers, shutting the doors behind me with a final, echoing thud. Here, I can breathe. Here, I can shed the mask for a moment.The curse stirs inside

ElaraThe first rays of sunlight spill through the barred window, dragging me from a restless sleep.For a moment, I forget where I am. The stone walls, the blanket clutched tightly around me—it’s unfamiliar. It doesn’t smell like Bloodfang. The usual stench of unwashed bodies and old straw is gone, replaced by clean wood smoke and something wild beneath it all, something sharp and electric.Then I remember.Ironhide.Kael.My new prison.A sharp knock rattles the door.Before I can answer, it swings open and Leira strides in, her amber eyes assessing me like I’m a problem she hasn’t decided how to solve yet.“Up,” she says briskly. “You’re late.”I scramble out of bed, my feet hitting the cold stone floor. “I—I didn’t know—”“Now you do.” Her tone cuts off my protest. She tosses a folded garment onto the bed. “Wear that. You’ll be working with the other omegas this morning.”I pick up the clothing. It’s simple but clean: a gray tunic, dark trousers, and sturdy boots. It’s practical,

ElaraThe courtyard is buzzing long before the gates open.Warriors rush past carrying torches, their voices clipped and tense. I hover near the edge of the chaos, clutching a basket of linens I’d been folding before the alarm went up. No one’s told me to move, but no one’s told me to stay either, so I linger like a ghost, unnoticed—or ignored.The air smells of smoke and steel and something else beneath it all. Blood.Leira stalks past me, her sharp eyes scanning the darkness beyond the walls. I step toward her before I can think better of it.“Are we under attack?” I whisper.Her gaze snaps to me, sharp as a blade. “No. The Alpha went to handle it.”“It?”“Rogues.” Her tone makes it clear I’m asking foolish questions, but I can’t help myself.“Will he… will he be okay?”For a second, something flickers in her expression. Surprise, maybe. Then it’s gone, replaced by cool detachment. “He’s Kael,” she says simply. “The rogues won’t be.”That should reassure me, but it doesn’t. The way