The Cursed Alpha
“She is alive, and she will remain so, as long as I am here.”
Celara’s face shifted relief flickered across her features, mingling with confusion and dawning comprehension. Her hands, pale and strong, flexed slightly at her sides. “She… she survived your touch?”
“Yes,” Alaric said bluntly, almost sharply. “Every time I touched her, nothing happened. No harm. No death. Nothing that should have been possible. That is why she is here, mother. She is… different. The only one who is not affected by the curse. Not even the others who tried to aid me survived. Only she…” His gaze softened briefly as he looked down at her, resting on the fragile, pale form of the girl who had endured so much. “…Only