Chosen By The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

Why was I his choice out of them all? I was considered the lowest of slaves. If he also saw me with that term, it was certain that the Moonstone pack was fiercer than what it was in the Wolfclaw pack. This meant that if I had to die, my death would make little or no significance to the stories that would be told to the future generations should in case Alpha Alex got what he wanted. "I'm waiting for your response, Layla" his words brought me back to the consciousness of the real world.

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

I spat out and she tsked “That’s the fucking problem! For some reason, the Alpha insists on you which complicates this situation even more. Here’s a piece of advice for you; this is not a game. There’s no price for being stubborn. You don’t get to have a choice in this situation. He’s your king and he has chosen you and you only get two options. Have his heir or die. Seems you already made a decision but I’m curious to see how much this can last.” She sneered in my direction before stalking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

“They should’ve drowned her when they had the chance.” Her heartbeat pounded like a warning drum in her chest. She didn’t cry. Not anymore. She’d wasted all her tears before she ever turned thirteen. Alpha Dren stepped into the circle, his voice loud, commanding. “Tonight, the Goddess will mark her chosen. Let the strong shift and claim their birthright.” He turned to Lyra then, his lips curling in disdain. “And let the cursed finally meet their end.” The howl rose from the crowd—wild, eager. The pack craved blood more than moonlight.

The Feral Curse had shattered our world. We were the last survivors of our pack. And my mate, Alpha Liam, was holding us all hostage. All for a troublesome omega named Chloe, who’d decided to run off on her own. "Everyone, HALT!" Liam’s roar shook the tarmac. A wave of his Alpha Command crashed over us. My packmates buckled under the weight of it, some even dropping to their knees. Only I stood my ground, staring coldly at the man I once loved.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

My chest rose and fell unevenly. I kissed, touched, and wanted her. And the worst best part was that I enjoyed every damned moment of it. I wanted more. I still wanted more. My entire body still throbbed with the memory of her warmth. But how could I, Alpha Dairus of Moonfang Pack, be craving for a cursed girl? The girl I rejected in front of everyone. A girl whose existence should have been beneath my attention? What kind of Alpha behaves like this?

I say coldly, each word a statement of war. "Then I will proceed without your approval," I say coldly, each word a declaration of war. The hall erupts into shocked murmurs, but I raise my hand, and the room falls silent once more. I step forward, pulling Roselle gently to my side, my arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She's trembling, but she stands tall beside me. That alone fuels the fire in my chest. "As the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack, I have bled for this pack. I have led us through wars, strengthened our borders, and built prosperity where there was once only weakness. No one—not even this Council—will dictate who I choose as my mate and Luna." I declare.

“Zaya, was it? From Crescent Moon Pack. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Zaya’s grip on her fork tightened. The sharp mockery in her tone let her know exactly what she meant by that. “A cursed lycan,” she chuckled. “If King Darius wants to bring home a cheap whore as his bride, he should at least pick one with a decent background.” Zaya’s shoulders stiffened as she gripped the fabric of her gown firmly. But she wasn’t going to let this woman talk down to her. “If the king is making me his bride, then I must not be so cheap after all, Lady Elena.” Zaya retorted.