Novel & Cerita Bound To The Cursed Alpha

Rage bubbled within me seeing her in that state, my jaw clenching and unclenching as I stepped out of the car. “Put me in charge!” Gerald's voice pounded behind the mental wall I created between us. He was right. I needed him. The barrier between us dissolved, and he took control. As I approached them, Brenda’s eyes shone with a sinister smirk. She turned, preparing to shove Zelda off the cliff. Zelda’s gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, her eyes flashed to a brilliant golden yellow. Then the mist shocking thing happened, with a sudden, fierce strength, she hurled Brenda far away from where she stood,

I swallowed. “You’re still going to fight this bond, aren’t you?” His expression turned unreadable. “I am Alpha,” he said carefully. “My decisions affect the entire pack.” “That wasn’t my question.” Silence. Then, softly— “Yes.” Honest. At least that. I nodded once. “Good.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Good?” “If you’re fighting it,” I said, meeting his eyes steadily, “then I will too.” Something flickered in his gaze.

Eric’s expression did not change, but his grip on his horse's reins tightened a bit. "You don't understand the world outside your little kingdom, Genevieve," he said, "Alpha Vergil is not a man you can reason with. His curse demands a price, and tonight is the full moon, nothing changes that, not even a bond." "So you are a coward," I said, my voice dripping with pure disgust. "The great Beta Eric. Just a dog who does his master's dirty work, even if it means delivering his own mate to the slaughterhouse." The girls inside the carriage gasped, staring at me in absolute horror.

My bound thing. Elara’s head jerks slightly, like a hand tugged at her hair. I see it in her eyes — a flash of fear, of remembered chains. The old magic in her bones waking up, trying to snap closed again. My curse seizes the opening like a predator. It lunges for that fear — for the crack in her composure — trying to pour through the bond and drown us both. I make a choice. Not as Alpha. Not as cursed. As hers.

"A curse?” Liam nodded, his jaw muscles working. "The curse was simple, the Alphas of my bloodline would never find peace until the rightful heir of the healer's bloodline which is your bloodline was united with the Moonstone. Without it, every Alpha would succumb to madness or death. And the balance between wolves and humans would be torn apart. Ariana's breath caught in her throat. "So... that's why my family was targeted?” "Hmm," Liam said, his voice low. "Your mother knew, tried concealing you, tried protecting you from the wolves that would come after you. She knew as the last of your line, you were the key to breaking the curse."

“If you ever call her a curse again, I will rip your throat out. Brother or not.” His smirk infuriated me more than his words. “Then rip it out. Show them all you’ve finally lost control.” A low groan broke the stand-off. The fire-born had collapsed onto one knee, his flames sputtering. “Enough,” he rasped. “You fight like pups while she slips further into the beast’s hold. If you want her back, Alpha, you have little time. The bond tying her to him strengthens with every heartbeat.” My grip on Nicholas’s shirt loosened, though I didn’t release him fully. His eyes glittered with cold calculation, but I turned from him, focusing on the fire-born.

Somewhere beyond the shadows, Selene stirred in her magical chains, her lips curling into a faint, venomous smile. “This isn’t over,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Not until she’s gone.” The night deepened, heavy with fate and the scent of coming war. The Alpha’s heart burned with love reborn—and the curse he’d spent years denying now pulsed alive, binding him and Aria tighter than any spell ever could. The wolf had chosen. And the world would burn before it was denied again.

“You don’t own me! You don’t even own yourself. Look at you. You’re cursed. Weak. Barely holding yourself together. And you think you can chain me?” His eyes blazed, but he didn’t lash out. He didn’t roar. He just stepped closer, his forehead almost touching mine, his breath hot against my lips. “I may be cursed,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “But I’ll break that curse. And you’re the only one who can help me.” I froze for half a second. His words were too soft, too raw. But then the memory of blood flashed behind my eyes. My mother’s scream. My sister’s broken body. The Alpha who slaughtered them. The stink of his laugh.

Cassian stilled. Not compelled. Chose. That contradicted the Council’s version. They had always framed the curse as manipulation. Seduction. Corruption. He turned the page. > Her blood carried an inheritance older than wolf or crown. Not human. Not wolf. Something between and beyond. His jaw tightened. Between. Beyond. Ava’s flare in the courtyard flashed through his memory. Silver. Structured. Not feral. He kept reading. > When their bond sealed, power did not break the Alpha.

She’s struggling against the Beta and Gamma, but they both have firm grips on her. “She was running towards the woods, Alpha.” Mike says, as Josh’s mate stands up. She walks to the girls, gripping her chin in her hand and forcing her to look at her. Her aura shifts, and I can feel the magic in the room. “She’s been cursed. A binding curse that’ll kill her if we talk to her.” I raise an eyebrow.