All Chapters of Alpha's Cursed Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Talia’s POV“Eleazar, no!”The scream burst out from the depths of my soul... It was raw and desperate, louder than the thunder crashing above our heads. The rain came down so heavy it blurred everything, but I could still see him—my brother, my shield, my only friend—struggling against the current that was pulling him away. His arms stretched toward me, his lips moving as if calling my name, but the water swallowed every word.I reached for him, my fingers clawing at the air, the river dragging me under. He had jumped in after me, without hesitation, because that’s who he was—always saving me, always stepping between me and the pain of this world. But the flood was too strong, the river too wild, and all I saw in the end was his head going under, his hand slipping from sight.And he never came back up.That was ten years ago, yet every night since then, I relived it as if the water still roared in my ears. I had been replaying that moment in my head, day and night, asleep and awake,

The room smelled old, like wood and wax. My feet still hurt from the cold cell floor, and the shoes the maids gave me were tight. The gown felt strange on me, heavy and not mine. I was used to old clothes, not this. The golden sash at my waist shone a little in the candlelight. The candles shook, like they were scared too.I stood just inside the door. The guards let go of me, but I could still feel them behind me. There was no way out. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst. The man across the room looked strange. His eyes were red, glowing a little. He stared at me for a second, then looked away like I was nothing. I felt cold all over. I wanted to hide, but I just stood there, head down, hands tight together so no one would see them shake.My father spoke. “This is Talia, my daughter.” He said daughter like it was a bad word. I didn’t have to look at him to know he was disgusted. I knew that look. I had seen it all my life. I swallowed hard and kept quiet. I had lear

The door clicked shut behind the maids, and the sound echoed like a hammer striking iron. I stood frozen in the center of the room, my traveling box still clutched against my chest, its edges biting into my palms. The maids’ words clawed at my mind, sharp and relentless: *Another one? I doubt this one will make it past the night.* My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. I wanted to run after them, to demand answers, but my feet wouldn’t move. The room, with its towering bed and glittering chandelier, didn’t feel like a sanctuary anymore. It felt like a tomb—beautiful, gilded, but inescapable.I forced myself to set the box down on the table by the window, my hands trembling as I released it. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting long shadows that danced across the walls like restless spirits. The warmth from the flames licked at the air, but it didn’t touch the chill that had settled deep in my bones. My skin prickled, as if the very atmosphere of this place w

The fire in my room was dying, its embers glowing faint, casting long shadows that twisted on the walls. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the hidden book beneath it, its words carved into my mind: Lycan blood. Bound to the Blackfur line. That warmth in my chest stirred again, a pulse like a beast waking, but it felt far away now, drowned by the weight of Sage Elara’s prophecy and Cassian’s sly taunts. I was the cursed wolf, she’d said—meant to save or destroy. But all I felt was trapped, caught in a web I didn’t understand.Rex’s voice echoed in my head: They weren’t strong enough. The others, the girls before me. What had happened to them? The maids’ whispers, the sage’s warnings, the book’s secrets—they pressed against me, heavy as the manor’s stone walls. I wanted answers, but more than that, I wanted to know why Rex’s pain-filled eyes kept pulling at me, why my heart ached when he looked at me. I hated him for bringing me here, for being so cold, but that warmth

‎The room felt smaller now, the walls pressing in, the air thick with the echo of Rex’s promise. *You’re safe now.* His words lingered, heavy, like a weight I couldn’t shake. But I wasn’t safe—not from Nyla, not from Cassian, not from the chaos outside that made the manor tremble. The shouts from the courtyard grew louder, sharp with panic, and the warmth in my chest pulsed, restless, like a beast clawing to break free. I pressed a hand to my heart, my breath shaky, trying to hold it together.‎‎I moved to the window, the glass cold against my fingers. Below, the courtyard was a storm of movement—wolves darting through torchlight, their eyes glowing yellow and green, their snarls cutting the air. Something was wrong, something bigger than Nyla’s threats. My heart raced, the warmth flaring hotter, like it knew what was coming before I did. I wanted to run, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. Not anymore.‎‎The door creaked behind me, and I spun, my hands clenching the cloak around