All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha and his Chosen Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The world has changed over the years. Humans and werewolves now live side by side, bound by uneasy harmony and ancient laws. But peace built on secrets never lasts and mine is the darkest of all. Alpha Davian, ruler of the Crescent Moon Pack and King of the werewolf realm. CEO of Blackfang Corporation. To his people, he is power, authority, and control. But beneath the surface, a curse burns through his veins, waiting for the right moment to destroy him from within. It starts the same way every time heat crawls beneath his skin, rising until his blood feels like fire. His heart pounds as though trying to burst through his ribs. His body trembles, and his eyes blaze an unnatural shade of blue, and he can taste iron on the tongue. I clenched my jaw and let out a low growl. “Not now,” I hissed to myself, gripping the edge of the bedpost until my knuckles turned white. The pain came in waves, spreading from my chest to my throat, searing every inch of flesh it touched. I couldn’t

Her lips were soft. So soft that for a moment, I forgot who I was, forgot what I was, forgot that I was supposed to be the Alpha who ruled with power and pride. All I knew was that the pain was gone, and her lips tasted like the only cure I’d ever needed. She hit my chest with her fists, small and desperate, trying to push me away, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Because for the first time since the curse began burning through my blood, I felt alive. Then the pain of a different kind seared through me. She bit my lip hard. I hissed and pulled back, tasting blood. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her breath unsteady. And before I could say a word, she slapped me again. The second one hurt even worse. Not because of the pain, but because of what came next. Tears filled her eyes, her voice trembling as she whispered, “That was my first kiss.” I froze. “It was meant for my husband,” she continued, voice breaking, “not for an asshole like you.” Her wo

I smiled, though my eyes stung. I sat beside her and took her hand gently, afraid of hurting her. Her skin felt paper-thin, but her grip, her grip was still strong. “Did you manage to talk to the doctor about your heart bypass schedule?” I asked carefully. Grandma’s smile faded a little, and she looked away. “I don’t plan on having the surgery, sweetheart.” For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. “What?” I blinked, my hand tightening around hers. “Grandma, what did you just say?” She looked back at me, her eyes soft but filled with something heavy… something final. “You’re starting college in a few days, my dear. The tuition is due, and we can’t afford to fall deeper into debt than we already are. I’ve lived long enough, Corvina. I… I don't want to be a burden to you.” “Grandma!” I almost shouted, tears rising in my throat. “Are you serious right now? Don’t ever say something like that again.” “Sweetheart…” she began, but I cut her off, my voice shaking. “You’re all

The morning light streamed through the thin hospital blinds, pulling me reluctantly out of my sleep. I blinked away the fog, my gaze instantly darting toward the hospital bed. Grandma was still fast asleep, her breathing shallow and quiet, her frail chest rising and falling beneath the faded blue blanket. Carefully, so as not to creak the mattress, I stood up on tiptoe. My heart squeezed as I looked at her pale face. She needed real nutrients, not the tasteless, lukewarm broth the hospital served. I made up my mind instantly. I’d to sneak back home, cook her a proper warm meal, and be back before she even realised I was gone. Slipping quietly out of the room, I walked down the sterile, cold hallway. Nurse Lina was at the front desk, typing away at her computer. "Nurse Lina?" I called softly. She looked up with a warm, reassuring smile spreading across her face. "Morning, Corvina. Headed out?" "Yes, just for an hour," I said, leaning over the desk. "I’m running home to make

"Hello, everyone, and welcome to orientation! My name is Corvina Vardan, and I am your student representative for the class of this year," I said, my voice projecting across the grand assembly hall. Standing behind the polished wooden podium, excitement buzzed beneath my skin. I gripped the edges of the stand, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces before my eyes landed on the front row. Grandma sat right near the aisle in a wheelchair provided by the staff, beaming with so much pride that tears glistened in her faded eyes. Seeing her smile like that made every second of sleep deprivation worth it. Off to the far left of the front row, however, a trio of girls in designer dresses sneered back at me. "Amanda," whispered a sharp-featured brunette with dark eyeliner, leaning toward her friend. "I heard that Corvina Vardan girl is a total hillbilly from the middle of nowhere." Amanda, twirling a strand of bleached blonde hair around her finger, scoffed softly. "She got in on full fi