Bound To The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

We were stuck there for seconds, staring at each other, both of us, dumbfounded and lost of words. "Hello, Layla" he greeted. He remembered my name, and again, I blushed at the way he called out my name. It sounded so demure and sweetening to my ears. I could feel a strong connection between the both of us. It felt as though there was just more to what was happening between us. I could hear whispers inside of me, a being within me whispering the words, "Mate!" I shook my head in denial. It couldn't be true. How could I, a slave since I came to understand life, be mated to a powerful alpha, the very one I came to spy on and give the necessary information to Alpha Alex?

he murmured, his tone guarded. I took a deep breath. “Alpha, I can’t stand by and watch you go through this alone. Let me help you. We can work together to break this.” His gaze snapped back to mine, and I saw Ab unrecognizable expression flash through his eyes. “You don’t understand, Noreen,” he said sharply, “This isn’t something you can just… solve. It’s a curse, one that’s claimed countless lives before you.”

He bowed and what little fragment of my mind that remained intact shattered. This was not a joke – not a dream. I was standing before the cursed alpha and his beta. His beta just called himself my beta. My wolf was not delusional. This was happening. It was real. I was the cursed alpha’s mate. “Come, we are leaving,” the cursed alpha grabbed my hand and I almost wrenched it back. “S – Sir, where are we going?” I asked. The corners of his lips pulled up in a ghost of a smile – a smile that made me swallow.

"I'm sorry, Cassandra. Your father and I did everything we could to help you escape this curse, but it seems the universe is against you. The prophecy always finds a way to fulfill itself." I felt weak, as if the ground was crumbling beneath my feet. Everything I feared, all the confusion consuming me... now made sense. "There has to be a way!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with desperation. "I can't accept this! It can't end like this." Ursula looked at me with sadness, but her voice was firm, realistic. "There is no escaping this, Cassandra. You and the Cursed Alpha are already emotionally entangled, more than you realize. And the worst part... the Alpha King has feelings of possession to

My chest felt heavy, his words cut me deeply, “You can’t do this. I’ve been loyal to you, for years. I was the one that would always have your back. I fought with you, bled for -” “And now you failed.” Ethan snapped, his patience wearing thin, “You are no longer a member of this pack. I, Ethan, the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, hereby banish you Marcus.” He said with a straight face, “If you are ever spotted on these grounds, I would have no choice but to kill you myself.”

The violet film in his eyes shattered like a broken window, leaving behind the brilliant, fierce amber of the True Alpha. "The bind..." the Priest whispered, falling to his knees. "It’s gone. The fated bond... It's broken." The hall was silent for a heartbeat. Then, the guests began to murmur, their eyes turning toward Seraphina. "She lied," a warrior from the Silver-Moon growled, stepping forward. "She used a curse to steal our Alpha." "She’s a witch!" a woman cried. "Look at her face!" Seraphina stood in the center of the wreckage, her hair wild, her skin turning an ashen, mottled gray. Without the glamour of the Blood-Bind, her true form was leaking out—a creature of envy and rot.

She wanted me to see what it feels like to lose control. The curse she placed on me wasn’t simple death or weakness. It was worse. She fractured the bond between my wolf and I, ripped the seamless connection that every Alpha takes for granted. Now my wolf is trapped inside me, furious, feral, and constantly trying to claw its way out. I can feel him slamming against the walls of my mind, especially when the moon grows full. He doesn’t understand why I won’t let him run free. I don’t fully understand it either.

She turned her gaze to Charles, studying him as if she saw every secret he carried. “You carry too much fire,” she murmured. “It will either save you or burn everything you love.” Charles did not bow or flinch. “I only want to save my father.” Her eyes returned to me. “And she will be the one to decide if that happens.” My voice shaken, but I steadied it. “I saw the curse. Two souls bound into one spell. If I break it wrong, one might fall.” She stepped closer, her feet never touching the ground. “You are correct. The curse feeds from the Alpha bloodline. It binds father and son. Take life from one, and the other bleeds.”

Haynes inquires without breaking eye contact with the Alpha. “I’m never too certain, which is why I always need to give my toys a push. If Ziason is really cursed, we have to find out what kind of curse he has. Whichever curse it is, it adds to the thrill of everything, as a makes an Alpha think no more than a hungry, feral, bush animal. He can lose insights, as well as his Alpha instincts.” Alpha Frail tosses the half used cigarette out through the window. “We’ll prepare for war,” he notes confidently. “Moon’s Wrath is weak as long as its Alpha is cursed.” “Are we bringing our witch allies… because of the girl? Her powers are quite scary, you know.”

“Not just the curse itself. The intent.” My stomach turns. “Get to it.” “It wasn’t built just to destabilize you,” he says. “It was layered.” My grip tightens around the phone. “Layered how?” “Bloodline binding,” he replies quietly. “The spell attaches to the Alpha’s line. It corrupts downward.” The world tilts slightly. “Downward,” I repeat. “Yes,” he says. “If you had died while it was active, it would not have ended. It would have passed.”