All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha Virgin Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I have always known that I was hated by my family and also in the Nightveil pack, I was seen as a wolfless omega, useless and unwanted in the pack But a replacement bride to a brutal, cursed and killer Alpha for my sister This was entirely different I stood there, my hands clenched at my sides, listening as the pack elders and my father spoke,as they decide my fate. As the sacrifice bride to the brutal Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, I was nothing more than an offering to a monster. You should be grateful to the pack elders and me,” my father said coldly. “Your worthless life will finally be of use, you did not expect your sister to be given as a bride sacrifice to Alpha Draven” Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his and that of the elders. “It has already been decided,” Elder Thalos said coldly. “Guards, take her and lock her in the dungeon until she is sent to the Shadowclaw Pack as Alpha Draven’s bride.” “That was my fate.” By the time I woke up, morning had already

The satisfaction of seeing Althea's face turn purple was sweet, but short-lived. As I turned on my heel to leave, her shock morphed into a screech that clawed at my eardrums.“Don't you walk away from me!”Althea lunged forward, though she didn't dare touch me. Her voice echoed off the high, vaulted ceiling of the hallway.“You think you've won just because you warmed his bed for a night? He will never Mark you! He's going to Reject you the moment he gets the chance, you stray!”I paused, my hand tightening on the strap of my trunk. My Inner Wolf growled low in my chest, urging me to snap back, to show this pup her place.But before I could open my mouth, the heavy oak door behind us flew open with a force that shook the floorboards.A wave of power, cold and suffocating, slammed into the corridor. It was pure Alpha command.Draven stood in the doorway, a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his chest heaving. The golden light in his eyes hadn't fully faded, swirling with

The following morning, while I was eating breakfast, the elders of the Shadowclaw Pack arrived. Not long after, I was summoned to Alpha Draven’s study room. When I stepped inside, the room felt heavy with authority. The elders sat in silence while Alpha Draven stood behind his desk, his expression unreadable. They told me that starting from today, I would work as his personal assistant at Whitmore Group. I nodded and agreed, even though it was the last thing I wanted. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the nerve center of the Whitmore Group. The Alpha's executive floor was a fortress of glass and steel, smelling of ozone, expensive cologne, and the underlying, sharp tang of high-stakes anxiety. I stepped out, my heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. Every head turned. I could feel their gazes curious, judgmental, predatory. But one scent cut through the sterile air like a knife: a cloying mixture of synthetic roses and bitter jealousy