All Chapters of Her Cursed Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wendy’s POV“Easy,” he says, holding up his hands. “Just gonna take a look. You wouldn’t be the first to run dry in the middle of the road.”This close, I see it—The scars.There’s a jagged track that goes from his hairline, down his forehead, follows the curve of his eye socket, and bisects his cheekbone all the way to his jaw. There’s another big scar across his other eye, right through his eyebrow. And yet another vertically slicing through his lips.It looks like someone took a knife to his face. It doesn’t look like the desperate, haphazard slashes like you’d get in a fight or accident. It looks like evidence of torture. He must see the shock on my face, because his own expression hardens. The energy drink churns in my stomach. “Okay,” I whisper. “You can take a look.”He nods in acknowledgement. We’re both pretending like I have some power in this situation, when the truth is, I’ve never been more vulnerable in my life.Who is this stranger? And what the hell happened to h

Wendy’s POVThis guy could be leading me straight to some sort of… lair. For all kinds of nefarious purposes. As much as I might fantasize otherwise, those purposes are unlikely to be giving me multiple orgasms and an engagement ring, so I need to get my head on straight. If we turn off onto any road smaller than this one, I’m turning around and going back the way I came. Hopefully there’s enough gas to get me to some outpost of civilization. But he doesn’t lead me down a smaller road. He stays on this one, wreathed as it is in fog, bordered on either side by black forest, until it finally begins to widen. Pine trees give way to cypress and low, wind-stunted oaks. Ferns spill onto the shoulder, damp from salt spray. The stranger’s truck slows, then turns right onto a well-lit stretch of coastal highway. No lair in sight. Across the road lies the ocean. Waves pummel the shore. Moonlight glimmers on dark water. The sight of it hits me all at once. There’s salt in the air and spa

Wendy’s POVIt’s a short drive to the restaurant, which turns out to be a cozy little hideaway tucked into the hills. The clapboard building is nestled beneath leaning pines and strings of fairy lights illuminating an outdoor patio. A stacked stone chimney puffs smoke into the hazy night sky. Before I can open the door of the truck, Desmond is already there, opening it for me. Taking my hand again to help me out. I’ve never had a guy do that for me. Turns out, I don’t hate it.He keeps giving me sidelong glances as we walk across the parking lot. He truly can’t seem to keep his eyes off me, and it sends a flurry of self-conscious pleasure through me. “You’re looking at me like I’m gonna bite you,” he says.“Aren’t you?”It’s a joke. Supposed to be a joke. Only, his pupils dilate for the briefest second, like he’s thinking about doing just that, and my heart seems to start beating harder.“If you ask nicely,” he says.Butterflies take flight in my stomach. I try to swallow past t

Desmond’s POVDo not fuck this up.I’ve got the mantra on repeat as I drive.She’s the girl of my dreams. I recognized her strawberry scent the second it hit my nostrils. Saw those whiskey-colored eyes and knew. I don’t deserve her, I know that already. She’s beautiful and adorable and soft and I’m—the opposite. Damn it, I should back off. Leave her alone. She’s a princess who deserves a knight in shining armor. Not a tattooed, scarred wolf shifter with a lump of coal in place of a heart. But her chance for that fairytale romance went up in smoke the second we met. And I know I’m a selfish prick, because I can’t bring myself to feel even a little bit sorry about it.Not only is she beautiful, she’s sweet and funny and—She’s asleep.Her head’s leaning on the window. Eyes closed, pink lips parted as she breathes slowly in and out. As I gaze at her, a cold trickle of unease drips down my spine. Meeting this woman was the best moment of my life. But that only makes me think of the wo

Wendy’s POV“I'm... I'm so sorry,” I say. “I didn't mean to say that.”I cringe under his assessing look. One of his eyes is the warm color of honey, the other a frosty blue. In the pale morning light, I can see just how deep those scars across his face go. He repeats in that lethally soft tone, “Who. The fuck. Is Ben?”“My ex,” I mumble.His eyes narrow. Then he closes them briefly as he takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t just say another man’s name after I made you come. For both our sakes.” There’s an odd glow to his eyes. Almost as if they’re lit from within. “That’s probably for the best.”I imagine what it would feel like if the situation were reversed. I know I would be dying inside if he’d called me by another girl’s name right then. It makes me feel terrible. “I’ll forgive it this once.” A storm brews in his gaze. “But I don’t want to hear his fucking name again. Especially not when any part of me is inside you.” “I’m here with you,” I say. “Only yo