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Every nerve sang with it, the bond pulling taut like a wire strung between us. Justin noticed. His breath hitched, hands pausing. “Oh? Finally feeling it, huh? You like this after all? Dirty little bitch. You know how many women beg for this? Ugly as you are, you should thank me. Hell, if you play nice, I might even let you stick around as one of my side pieces.” He shifted, forcing my legs apart. No. The shadow fell first—massive, dark, swallowing the moonlight. Alpha presence crashed over us like a tidal wave—raw, primal, unstoppable. Kaelen’s scent hit me next: storm and smoke, fury wrapped in forest pine.

His gaze settled on me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. “So, this is the bride?” he said, his voice deep and laced with a hint of amusement. The Alpha of our pack stepped forward, nodding. “This is Claudia, my eldest daughter. She will make a fine match for your heir.” I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. My future had been decided, and there was no escape. As Killian extended his hand toward me, I forced myself to meet his gaze. Whatever lay ahead, I would face it with the strength my mother had passed down to me.

Dear Moon Goddess please let someone atleast interrupt this moment, I can’t lay all night with this guy when I know how mine body react under his touch. Now he wants me naked completely naked. “ You know it is forbidden for Alpha’s to get laid with another woman a night before their mating ceremony…. The Moon Goddess will lay a curse on such individual.” It was a comman law for us werewolves. It was a single act that indicated that we respect our mate, and we cherish their

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.

A single lantern hung from a hook above my head and swung when the driver snapped the reins. They rolled forward. I pressed my palms flat against the seat and stared at the opposite wall. Three hours. That was how long the journey to Ironveil was supposed to take. Three hours until I stood in front of Alpha Caius Dravhen, the Cursed, the man whose last bride candidate had been returned three days later breathing but empty, eyes open and nothing behind them. I told myself it didn't matter. You couldn't lose a life you had never been allowed to own.

The ground present as the bare irreplaceable fact of wolves existing and being held as completely real by what had always held them. *Being is the ground. Everything else is love.* "Good morning," Lucas said. "Good morning," I said. The morning was the morning. The territory was the territory. The original bond was what it had always been. The Alpha's cursed bride had arrived at the destination the curse had always been obstructing — not a governance achievement, not a formal recognition, not the completion of a framework. Simply this. The hill and the bond and the territory and the life that was genuinely, completely, ordinarily hers.

“No, sweet one. You were… dreaming.” But the dream had teeth. Later, when the pup was safe and sleeping, Seraphina sat beside the hearth in the Alpha’s house, her thoughts circling like carrion birds. Dorian paced behind her. “You heard what she said.” “She doesn’t know what she saw,” Seraphina replied. “It wasn’t her speaking.” “No,” he snapped. “But something was. Something old. And it knew Silas.” She rubbed her brow, exhaustion setting deep into her bones. “Thirteen Alphas… cursed. An order. It wasn’t just your bloodline, Dorian. The curse was bigger. Broader.”

A cold shiver ran through me. I didn’t know what that meant in any way, but it was enough to send panic through me. I recalled Ronan talking about the shadows in the hallway. Could it be the same energy King felt? That was what I was more afraid of. “The curse is spreading,” I said quietly, buttoning my shirt with stiff fingers. “We need to find the shadow bride before the curse reaches the final stage. If she takes her full form, then…” I swallowed, unable to put the doom that will before us all, in a full sentence.

"Waverly, I'm terrified of what's next." Waverly leaned over and instinctively placed a hand on Felicity's knee. "I'm trying everything I can," Waverly stated. "But I can't do anything being locked in here day after day and it seems like everyone is intent on shutting me out." Felicity took another breath and nodded. "That's why I came." Waverly's was intent on the woman beside her while she spoke. "A decade ago, our Alpha was cursed. I don't know too many details, but I remember when it happened, not long after his parents died. At this time, I was only a pack member and not yet staff of the house."

If the connection was there and established, then it meant all those dreams were just his true self leaking through her subconsciousness. His terrifying true self, waking her up in nightmares upon nightmares. The presence of him inside her terrorized her. She wanted to get rid of this unpleasant curse. The curse of fate. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.