Bound To The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

This being had been the architect of centuries of agony for us. In my mind, through our unbreakable bond, I communicated with Alessandro, who was already fighting fiercely, his muscles tense, his claws seeking the flesh of his enemy. Alessandro, I sent to him, my mental voice echoing with brutal clarity; he is the one who cursed us. He has haunted us for lifetimes. We broke his curse by bonding. I relayed to him the weight of centuries of pain, the betrayal, and the hatred of the Alpha. The information hit him like an electric shock.

"What are you talking about?" "The curse is a parasitic bond," Hestia whispered, her gaze dropping to the floor. "The First Alpha didn't lose his mate to a bursting heart. He lost her because the mark drained her. A True Alpha’s power is a bottomless well, Zayden. When you mark a human, the bond doesn't just share strength—it begins to feed. It will pull every ounce of life from Kaelira to sustain your Alpha mantle. You will grow stronger, immortal even, while she withers into dust before your eyes."

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

Gods, she was beautiful in chaos. And when they dragged her out, trembling and confused, I didn’t look away. I watched. I burned her into me. Because now... Her blood is mine. Her wolf is whispering my name. All I did was make her trip. One nudge, one glance. She stumbled, landed on the same needle meant for me. It bit her skin, kissed her blood, and the bond—that forbidden, ancient curse—ignited. The Queen, the Untouchable Alpha, now had me burned into her bones.

“It will never be enough.” Because this time… My beast wasn’t starving for blood. It was starving for Alia. And giving in would destroy her. I sank to my knees, fingers digging into the ground. “Gods…” I whispered, trembling. “Whyyy.I can’t go near her. If I do—I’ll kill her.” My entire body shuddered with the force of desire and terror. “I can’t touch her,” I whispered again. “And I can’t stay away.” The curse had awakened. And it was hungry.

That hesitation told me more than any answer could have, I'd guessed something right, even if I didn't yet know what. "The curse," I said slowly, feeling my way through it as I spoke it out loud. "It didn't just move to Ronan when we bonded. Did it. Because it's not really about the person who bonds with a Hart at all. Is it. It's about the Hart. The curse was never really built to kill the Alpha." Malakai's jaw went tight.

Their mothers whispered ambitious prayers while powerful Alphas discussed alliances and territories over glasses of blood-red wine. Everyone came tonight for one reason. To catch the attention of Alpha King Kael. But hidden beneath the beauty of the celebration was fear. Because Kael Draven had rejected every woman brought before him for the past five years. Some said he was cursed. Others believed his heart died with his former mate. And some whispered darker things… That the king was slowly losing control of the beast inside him. Near the far end of the ballroom, moving silently between tables, was a girl no one noticed.

“What kind of… curse?” Rose let out a shaky sigh. “Long ago, one of our ancestors—the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack—was mated to a witch. But she wasn’t just any witch… she was a dark witch. She hurt and killed pack members for her powers. The Alpha couldn’t bear it anymore, so he rejected her. That rejection killed her. But before she died, she cursed us.” Her voice trembled as she spoke the final words. “She swore that no one in the Blood Moon pack would ever sense the mate bond.”

“It is not the right time. The truth could either break you, or shape you.” The more she spoke, the more curious I became, and the more confused, and disturbed Daphne looked. The strange woman studied us both for a moment before her gaze settled on Daphne again. “There is more to your bond with the Alpha,” she revealed slowly. “Much more.” Her expression hardened. “And it is closer to a curse than a blessing.” My body stiffened instantly. I didn’t like where this was going. “What do you mean by that?” I asked coldly.