Bound To The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

Immediately, the energy in the room changed as he began to read the words. “The Pure Alpha’s Curse is bound by blood. When the firstborn of the First Alpha line binds his fate to the Keeper, he shall bear the burden of the curse. The curse can only be broken when the bond between them is fully realized, but the cost will be beyond imagining. The keeper will have to sacrifice everything for the curse to be broken or else it will consume the Pure Alpha's bloodline, marking the end of the line and the fall of the kingdom.” His hands began to shake. “How come the Moon Goddess never revealed this?” he asked, speaking to himself.

The old man suddenly stepped forward. “Separate them.” I turned. “What?” “Now!” The warriors moved toward us. Caelan struggled to stand. “Don't come near her.” His voice had changed.Deeper and rougher. The old man looked at me. “If the bond completes, his curse may become permanent.” My heart stopped. “What?” Caelan's eyes snapped toward the old man. “Explain.” The old man took a deep breathe. “The First Alpha wasn't trying to kill you.”

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

The interesting part comes next. All around her a stifling, dark force crackled. I sensed something ancient in my bones. There is a problem. “You see, dear Katrina, I was getting ready for something much bigger while you were busy fighting my little distraction,” she said, gesturing languidly to the Crimson Alpha's corpse. The earth shook under our feet. The air became oppressive and heavy. Lucy was surrounded by writhing, living-like shadows. "I have connected with something that is older than any Alpha," she muttered. "Something so terrifying that even the gods were afraid."

The witch who had haunted her dreams since the bond began. She sat slowly, placing the journal in her lap. Her magic buzzed as she opened it, as though the book recognized her blood. The first few pages were scorched beyond saving, but as she turned deeper, the words became clearer. "We were wrong." "The curse is not a punishment-it is a seal." "To bind what cannot be killed, we sacrificed our own. The Alphas were never meant to live past the bond." Seraphina's breath caught. Her fingers skimmed the ink, heart pounding.

“The curse runs through your bloodline, Alpha Rafael. Your father wasn’t the first. You won’t be the last.” My jaw tightens, but I stay still... Ace prancing inside of me. I deadpan, my gaze narrowing to Nicklaus. He’s quiet, just like me, and that silence? Yeah, it says everything “Since the curse was placed,” she goes on, “not a single Alpha from your line has found his fated bond. They fall in love. Take chosen mates. But never the bond.” I blink, trying to wrap my head around it. “Then… am I doomed to go mad too? Like him?”

“There is an imbalance, my Alpha. A darkness rising within the bond. It is unlike anything I’ve felt before.” I frowned. “Speak plainly.” He clasped his hands, the wrinkles on his face deepening. “Something unnatural binds your fate to hers. When you condemned your Beta and turned your rage upon your Luna, you awakened something that should have remained buried. A curse.” I stared at him, disbelief flickering across my face. “A curse? Another curse? That’s impossible.” But Balor growled lowly inside me. It’s not.

“Declared himself a god to the entire realm. Said the curse was the dying breath of a jealous hag. He stood on the altar, blood still dripping from his claws, and shouted, ‘Let all who breathe kneel before me. I am the Alpha of all. I am divinity.’ And we believed him. Or… we tried to.” I looked over, my jaw tightening as the memory clawed its way back. “But the curse… the curse didn’t need years or rituals to take root. It worked immediately. Two nights later, I found him curled in his chamber, convulsing. Blood foaming from his mouth. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even howl. His flesh…” I paused and swallowed hard. “His flesh peeled off in chunks. His fur sloughed like wet parchment. His eye

she said carefully, “why.” I looked at her. “Why what?” “Why they fear him.” Something in her tone made my chest tighten. “Tell me.” She hesitated. Just for a second. Then “Our Alpha… is cursed.” I didn’t react outwardly. But inside, something shifted. “I know that much,” I said. “You don’t know all of it.” I waited, and she continued. “When he was born… he was meant to be dedicated to the Moon Goddess.” My breath stilled.

Lucius looked up at me, his gaze sweeping over my damp silver dress like a butcher assessing a carcass. "Old Valerius knew the northern lords would rise the moment he died," Lucius continued, his dry voice cutting through the patter of rain. "So he turned the bride into a vessel. If the alliance holds, the Alphas stay close to her, feeding her their magic to keep the mark dormant, tying their power directly to the Vance throne. And if the northern lords rebel?" He flicked a drop of rainwater off his chin. "You stop feeding her. The mark consumes her core, burns out her pack's bloodline, and leaves the North with a dead Luna and no claim." "He turned her into a siphon," Gabriel whispered, his