All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Be A Luna

VIOLETThe force of an impact threw me and I flew through the air before slamming against something hard and rough—a tree. My eyes watered, and the liquid froze before it could roll down my icy cheeks. My arms crossed over my face fast, before the snow-covered branches dropped their heavy cargo, submerging all of me in thick snow. She was even faster, her jaw finding my midriff through the fluffy whiteness and biting down. My howl of pain sharply pierced the air. I was dragged out of my watery blanket and flung around like a petal in a mid-afternoon summer breeze. Bad! Very bad! Very very bad! She would snap me in half if I didn't dislodge myself from her mouth. The wolf was small, and it was hard to tell her colour but her jaw was pretty strong. My head was groggy from being shaken around and I could feel the life slowly trickling out of me. Bold of her to assume I would be stopped here! It wasn't even the second phase yet. With that thought, I slashed and clawed my fingers down

The Dawn I Became Luna

VIOLET I was right. The pack leaders were indeed stationed at the ends of each phase. But they looked like strangers instead of a group of people I had come to know. Rules. My second phase had gone without a hitch, and as I dumped my dead rabbits and crossed into the third phase, I knew my momentary peace had come to an end. If I were to guess, I would say it was two or three hours before dawn, four hours at most. The falling snow had calmed, now it was a clash of the moon's pale beams on the stainless white grounds, and it had an eerie feel to it. This was the longest phase of the trial and after I crossed this leg of it, it would be nothing but vast empty fields. No trees, no hiding spots. Just me, the enemy, and the finish line. Keighley was out there waiting for me. She would not cross that finish line without my head, I was certain of it. In the same way I was certain that I would cross the line without hers if I could. It was so fucking cold out here, and my all but w

The Fire After The Snow

VIOLET Something wet lapped at my face but it was far from me to open my closed eyes. I felt so good.I was very warm and toasty, and my bed was a thousand degrees softer. I nuzzled down into the softness, sighing in contentment. Had it always been this soft? Why then did I leave it every morning? I wouldn't leave it again after this.“It would be hard to hold the ceremony in here don't you think?” My eyes promptly flew open at that voice. “It will hold twenty people, maybe thirty if males are made to hold their mates.”I was in front of the fireplace, hence the warmth, and in a makeshift bed of several large pillows. They must have been stuffed with a thousand feathers because they felt so soft. My gaze skittered through all that was around me before landing on my mate.My mate, Brian. He looked like he had stepped out of one of my fevered dreams of him. Bare-chested like he always was, but now I could appreciate the sight of it. He was huge, almost twice the size he had been when w

Shadows and Firelight

VIOLETPerspiration covered my skin, but despite the dying fire, it was still winter and a cold draft touched me, causing an aftershiver—and not the type I wanted.Immediately noting my discomfort, Brian rose to add wood to the fire, making no move to cover his blatantly naked body. I watched, knowing I was bold enough to never look away again.Our bed of pillows had mostly come apart, the boards beneath showing in the spaces between. Then my mate came back to my side, gathering me in his arms, my head against his chest. For moments, we were both quiet, basking in each other's company. My fingers traced unseen lines across his chest marveling at the feel of the man beneath me.“I'm guessing it'll be harder than ever now to let me go?” The teasing nature of my words failed to hide the underlying seriousness in my tone.He tensed slightly. “You are the Luna of the Bloodmoons, your place is here with your pack.”“I miss my family,” I said instead, staring into the fire.“We are your fam

Poisoned Winter

VIOLETThe days that followed were arguably the best days of my entire existence. I couldn't remember ever being so happy. Maybe I had been at some point, but I couldn't remember and even if I had, it would have felt different. Now, I was full, complete, and at home.It was like this: the yard looked good, and I was happy sitting quietly on the porch, but inside the house was where that full feeling was.At some point in my life, I had been seated on the porch, happy and unaware. Until my porch disappeared, and now I had found my way home. It didn't make any sense, but it didn't have to. It was only the gooey feeling in my chest and the mate facilitating it that mattered.The location of the second fireplace turned out to be Brian's room, and it was the perfect excuse I needed to abandon mine. Our daily routine was simple; our nights were filled with ardent lovemaking, and mornings found us in each other's arms again. Then we would have breakfast together which was just as cozy and

Carrots and Crimson

VIOLET The days blurred into one, and the food got smaller. Waaaay smaller.Breakfast was half its former portion, and dinner was almost non-existent. Like today. Keren had proposed a carrot puree but I opted out, choosing to munch on the carrots just like that.I had tried to stop the woman from continuously coming over in this weather. My cooking talents were next to none but we would survive. But the woman disagreed and despite everything, every day she was here. Brian had suggested letting her be, and I did just that.As if my thoughts had summoned my mate, the door to the cabin opened, and a strong wind blew in, carrying with it the bite of winter. He shrugged off his coat at the door and made a beeline for me.“Hey,” he murmured, before his icy lips touched mine. Our tongues and lips played lightly until his was warm and mine felt slightly cold.“Hey,” I mumbled back when my mouth was free. Calvin had left while we kissed. I'd given up talking to him and we just spent our time

Welcome Home

VIOLETDane healed—slowly.He was a tough one. He did limp around for weeks, but he was all right in the end. And thankfully, his near-death experience wasn't wasted. The moose carcass brought home that night kept us alive through the rest of winter.The portions remained small, though—painfully small— but we survived, and suddenly, the first days of spring were upon us.The snow was melting into mud, the air lost its bite, and the first buds unfurled, the world around us waking up again.Winter's end also signified something new—the Luna ceremony. I would finally become one with the pack. Excitement was killing me.A few moons ago, I could have sworn that my life would remain the same—I'd envisioned it remaining the same but here I was now.A gaggle of giggling girls filled the packhouse, so many of them. Harriette and Emily would have done just fine, but instead, there were faces; some familiar and others not so familiar. It was fun though.They'd all arrived here at dusk and they w

The Curse

BRIAN “Seer.”“Alpha.”This had been put off for far too long. I needed answers and I needed them now. “How much longer?”“I cannot see what has not been shown to me, Alpha.”“We are running out of time! She will die.”“She will die if that is her fate.”My hand swiftly closed over her tiny neck, fingers trembling as I hurled her forward. “Did you just pronounce death over my mate?” I snarled in her face, but she looked unfazed, her eyes filling with pity even.“We cannot outrun what the goddess has destined, we are but puppets to her will,” she said, in that calm way of hers, like we were talking about the fucking weather.“Well, you tell your moon goddess that I refuse to bow to her will any longer. She will not take Violet from me.” I let go, and she collapsed to the floor.Angry steps carried me out of the cabin, and I slammed the door so hard that the hinges broke, and the wood splintered and crashed inward. I would kill her. I would kill Violet. The years of peace and torment

The Fifteenth Mate

VIOLET My next breath was shaky. “No,” I whispered, barely able to say the word.“Yes, Vi. I have been given fourteen mates and they were murdered by my hands.”I looked for something in his eyes; reassurance, denial, just something that proved this was a lie but I was only met with resignation.“Why?”I inhaled a sharp breath when he reached for my hand, placing it over his chest. “Because there's darkness in here, a monster that I cannot control.”I snatched my hand away with more force than I intended, unconsciously sliding further away, and cradling my trembling hand to my body.“Will you kill me?” Fear overshadowed my words, and I hated the taste of it, its foul stench.“I do not want to.”But he would. The words hung in the air, an unfinished sentence, a deadly promise. I remembered his reluctance, I remembered his distance, his coldness, and his shadows. No light was strong enough to ward them away and because I was his mate, I would be pulled into the darkness as well. My li

Homecoming

VIOLETThe pack faded behind me like a distant memory.Aliya was in front, alongside our designated driver, while Calvin remained mute beside me, more interested in the passing trees, and for the first time, I was grateful for the distance between us.Avoiding him back at the cabin had been easy—same as avoiding Brian. But here in the close confines of a car? Having to make conversation would have unraveled the single stitch holding my sanity together.My sudden fear of my mate didn't make any sense. If he wanted to, he would have killed me long ago. Hiding behind my door, waiting for him to leave the cabin, and praying he didn't come home, it was all fruitless as none of these would save me if the event came.But I hid anyway, from him and from our bond. And when the snow had melted enough, I had packed my things and run. Away from him, away from what I had prayed so fervently for.I had been unconscious for most of the trip last time, so this time I wanted to see it all, to take a g

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