Among Us Cursed Images

I am Alpha Alexander's fated mate, and I am meant to be his luna. However, no one ever discovers this secret for six whole years. Why? That was because I am a lowly Omega. Alexander Smith believes that I deliberately got him drunk and is using our child to ascend the ranks. He doesn't even let our son call him "Dad." For his sake, I shed blood and sweat for six long years. I am an Omega, yet I am working harder than any other higher-ranked werewolf. I take on every dirty, exhausting job for the sake of his pack. I take the lead and charge ahead in every dangerous mission. Until that negotiation… I fall into a trap set by an enemy pack and almost lose my life. I wait and hope desperately as I writhe in my hospital bed. My wounds heal slowly, but Alexander never comes to see me. Instead, he goes to his first love, Vivian Anderson. The day I recover, I walk into the Elders' Council and submit my request to leave the pack without hesitation.

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.

First thing Leah Labelle did after Andrew Fillion's funeral? Ask her husband Ian for a divorce. Why? Because Ian's entire family thought the perfect way to honor his dead brother was to knock up the widow. Naturally. "My parents are threatening to hang themselves or starve, Leah. What was I supposed to do? It's just IVF with Cecilia—we're not even doing anything. Why are you making this a divorce thing?" Leah shut her eyes. Her chest cracked open, and the tears she'd been holding finally broke free. "Ian, we're MARRIED. You seriously don't think this is next-level insane?" Her husband was about to have a baby with someone else. But sure—she was the crazy one.

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

------ Through the small gap, I saw them. Ciaran’s hands were under Elara’s skirt, pushing it up as he pressed his body into hers from behind. Her breathy giggles mixed with his possessive murmurs. They were both facing away from the door, her body nearly bent over the bed. "Later," Elara giggled, her voice teasing, playful. “You have to get to the ceremony.” “I’ll take you later too,” Ciaran growled lustfully, his voice dripping with possession. ------ Cast aside as wolfless, betrayed by her love on the eve of her wedding, Ariana’s world shatters when her fiancé slaughters her family and lays waste to her pack. Barely escaping with her life, Ariana is mistaken for the contract bride of a notorious Alpha after a rogue attack leaves her the sole survivor. Desperate for refuge, she steps into the role of his fake bride, hiding under a guise that shields her from past horrors. But as her days in the Alpha's world turn into something more, survival is no longer enough—Ariana begins to crave revenge on the man who destroyed her life. Yet, every day she spends deceiving this cursed Alpha—whose own brides never survive—brings her closer to a new danger: her growing desire for the very man she’s deceiving. With enemies closing in, will Ariana’s secret destroy her? Or will she risk everything to uncover a future that’s as dangerous as it is seductive?

"I Alpha Enzo Draig of the Forestmoon pack, reject you Aespia Black, Daughter of the fallen MoonGrove pack, under the eye of the moon goddess. With the witness of everyone present here today, I strip you of all your titles; Luna and Mate. I revert you to what you formally were. A slave. This is the title you'll have when you are executed right in this same throne room tomorrow for the sins you have committed.." ******* All her life, she had always been at the mercy of men. First her ruthless Alpha of a father who used his own child for his own carnal pleasures. And then there was him. Her mate. Her protector. Her Alpha And her own fairytale prince who had rescued her from the depths of hell. The same man who turned her into a ragdoll just because she didn’t bare him a child. In the most unlikely way though. One she didn’t hesitate to take as anything was better than her current life. When she is pawned off in an auction in a bid to build connections by her own mate after facing a rejection, Aespia knows that she is doomed. That feeling grows when she catches the eye of the Alpha King. What she doesn’t expect is when the rumored king of darkness hands her a contract stating that so far, she can live as his breeder for a year, she would be free. Wait! He has been informed of her barren womb so why then does he insist that it must be her and only her? What could possibly be his real intentions? What happens when Aespia finds out that she has more power than she thought and that the her current misfortune is far from the truth?!

When Nyelle’s father betrays the Alpha King, Killian, she becomes the pawn in a ruthless game of vengeance. Kidnapped and humiliated, Nyelle is forced into Killian’s world, where his cold cruelty clashes with the restless hunger of his wolf. Bound to share his chambers, she endures torment, isolation, and the weight of a secret curse that shackles her wolf. But fate weaves danger and tenderness together. In stolen glances, protective gestures, and fragile trust, Nyelle begins to see a man beneath the armor of the Alpha King. Their bond deepens in moments of survival, shared laughter, and quiet intimacy—until betrayal and blood threaten to tear everything apart. When Nyelle’s wolf finally awakens, it’s in a storm of violence and desperation that costs Killian’s brother his life—and Nyelle her place at Killian’s side. Convinced she deceived him, Killian casts her back into her father’s cruel grasp, only to discover too late that she carried his child. Shattered by guilt and love, he wages war to reclaim her. The truth unravels in blood: a curse conspired by her father and his brother kept Killian blind to their true mate bond. But even with the curse revealed, scars remain—Nyelle’s trust is fragile, and Killian must fight harder than any battle to win her heart again. Through heartbreak, betrayal, and redemption, their love is forged in fire. And when the final threat rises, they face it not as enemies or strangers, but as true mates and equals. United at last, Killian and Nyelle rise as Alpha King and Queen, their bond unbreakable, their legacy secured.

R18+ “Fuck off, Azrael!” I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. “So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?” Those cold, green eyes narrowed. “I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of.” ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into ‘Velmorne Academy’ but it was an exclusive college to only the Elites. Only those at the top, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle—It was a trap. Suddenly, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And worst of all? Azrael, the Alpha prince, has made me his special prey. He says I belong to him and he’d do whatever it takes to make me his. It's hilarious and crazy cause he has a fiancè and I’m just a nobody. It makes no sense. He’s an arrogant asshole. And I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence and yet, I keep provoking him. Now I get dreams that I do not understand…they are strange, violent, terrifying—it messes with my sanity and distorts reality. And I’m convinced it has something to do with this school. And Azrael? He’s at the center of it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~• WARNING: This book contains dark themes and content that some might find disturbing or distressing. Contents like: Bullying, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Explicit steamy scenes, Manipulation, etc…