Bound To The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

"The ones who broke your binding. They are dead, all three of them. Someone killed them right after you left." My blood ran cold. "Who?" "We do not know," Tharis said. "But whoever it was left a message carved into the ground beside their bodies." "What did it say?" Zyros demanded. Tharis met our eyes. "It said 'The binding was just the beginning. The real curse is in her blood. And it cannot be broken.'" I felt the world tilt as I heard him say that. "What does that mean?"

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“You were going to let me bind to you without knowing?” “No,” he said immediately, voice raw. “I was hoping to break it before it ever touched you.” The bond flickered, unstable now, reacting to their emotions. Seraphina pressed a hand to her chest, steadying herself. “Tell me,” she said firmly. “Now.” He nodded once. “The curse was laid on me before I became Alpha,” he began. “By a coven that served the Devourer. They couldn’t kill me, so they bound my power instead. If I grow too strong—if I love too deeply—”

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

The last thing I wanted was for Luca to lose himself to the wildness within, especially not here, not with everything so raw, so new. I turned back to the rogue, trying to keep my voice steady. "What do you want with him?" The rogue smirked, his gaze never leaving Luca. "What I want is irrelevant. What I’m here for is more important." He stepped forward slowly, his movements deliberate, measured. "The Bound Alpha. It’s not just a prophecy. It’s a curse." I felt a chill creep up my spine at his words. A curse? What did that mean? My mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but all I could come up with was more questions.

I would not give it the satisfaction of seeing me falter. “This curse only stills when we meet another Alpha,” Verkas observed, his voice a low rumble. My jaw clenched. I had already noticed that. The first Alpha I crossed paths with, we recognized each other correctly. The bond ignited, and for a moment the curse seemed to pause, acknowledging the trial. But the second Alpha…he failed. So though trial law declared him eliminated, that wasn’t what destroyed him. The curse surged forward, sharper and closer, as if it had been waiting for him to stumble.

“What kind of curse?” Mom turned slightly in her seat, her expression somber. “It’s said that long ago, an alpha from their bloodline sought more power. He allied with a witch, betraying the Moon Goddess. As punishment, she cursed them. The alpha of their line would forever be a cursed soul, unable to recognize their true fated mate. Without a mate, an alpha is vulnerable, and this curse brought disaster upon the Nightshades. They were forced to step down from their position as alpha kings and retreated into the shadows. They became a mystery to the world.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. A cursed bloodline, unable to find their true mates. The thought was both tragic and terrifying. “But

“What are you talking about? Claimed by who?” The shadows twisted into a vague, humanoid shape, its hollow eyes locking onto Sasha. “You cannot save her, Alpha. Not without unraveling the bond she bears to him.” Kael’s mind raced. “Him?” His voice was a dangerous growl. “Who is he?” The shadow hesitated, then hissed, “The one who cursed her. The one who owns her darkness. You seek to bargain with forces you do not understand, Alpha. The curse cannot be lifted unless the bond is severed at its source.”

I said earnestly and she shrugged. “It’s nothing I guess. Our Alpha was rather deadbeat and vain so it’s all good.” She leaned in and continued in a conspiratorial whisper. “I also heard his wolf is cursed and he can never feel the mate bond. Hence holding some girl hostage because she’s mated to him.” I froze as my cheeks heated. I was that girl. My brain tried to say but I stopped it just in time. “Maybe.”