All Chapters of Marked By The Cursed Alpha Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

LaylaBlood dripped down my arm and splattered onto the floor I was trying to clean. I sighed. Just another shitty day in my world.Crack.Ben’s belt slammed across my back, and its sound echoed through the otherwise silent laundry room. My blood spattered on the floor again.“Now you have made a mess. Clean it up,” Ben sneered.Over the years, Ben had evolved from episodic-violent to outright monstrous. Impressive, really. Not everyone could graduate from bastard to a complete piece of shit.My back burned. I rubbed my eyes and gagged as his disgusting Gamma scent filled the air.“Clean faster!” he barked, bringing the belt down again with Gamma-level strength.Ben called himself a retired Gamma “war hero.” Personally, I preferred monster, pig, scumbag, waste of air. But sure, hero works too, if we are redefining the dictionary.At twenty, I was beginning to suspect Ben had a personal vendetta against my skin. Maybe he was jealous that I still had more of it than he did. If he wanted

Layla“Mate.”For a second, I honestly thought I had imagined it. But then every pair of eyes turned to me. The laughter, the music and the chatter was gone. Hundreds of eyes just staring at me. And for the first time in my life, I was seen. Not as a servant or as a background shadow but as the center of their world. Only, it didn’t feel like being seen but iy felt like being hunted.Whispers sliced through the silence.“The cursed prince found his mate?” someone gasped.“She is human!” another shrieked, like I was a cockroach on their food.Then an absolute asshole yelled, “One is cursed and the other is a human slave. What a joke!”Excuse you, sir. You are the joke.I looked at the man standing next to me. He was the infamous Cursed Prince? Because wow. Midnight-black hair, burning red eyes, and a sharp jaw sharp that could put the king's sword to shame… Why did no one tell me the most feared wolf in the realm was so hot? I thought he would look like a literal monster, considerin

LAYLAStanding in front of the mirror, I stared at the mark on my neck.Yeah. That mark. You know the one you get after your fated mate marks you with a kiss. Although my mark looked like it, it was literally smoking like a cursed barbecue. Black smoke curled out of it with little flashes of red, like someone shoved a demon inside my skin, but whatever it was, I was so happy about it. My entire existence was not in vain. I finally had a purpose goddess chose me for. I had seen marks before of Omega marks, Beta marks, and even a few Gamma ones. Cute little bite marks with some glowing patterns or sometimes a little shimmer. But mine? Oh no. Mine looked like it crawled straight out of a dark prophecy. Of course. Because why would my life ever be normal? I was, after all, a human slave with the shittiest luck in the whole damn world and now mated to the so-called Cursed Prince. Layla was no normal being! I smirked to myself. When I walked back into the servant quarters, every single