Chosen By The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

It was a secret I had longed to uncover, a truth that held the potential to liberate me from his clutches. Alpha Max continued, his voice laced with bitterness. "The Silvermoon Pack has suffered greatly under the alpha king's rule. We've witnessed the atrocities committed in the wake of his transformations. Innocent lives torn apart, families shattered. We cannot allow him to continue unchecked." A mixture of empathy and fear surged within me. The alpha king's curse—the cause of his transformations. It was a torment that extended beyond his own existence, wreaking havoc on those around him. Could breaking the curse truly free not only the alpha king but also the Silvermoon Pack from their ow

It was no longer blue like the ocean but now red, not just red but bright red. “Wow, you are an Alpha,” she felt her bones weaken at the moment, “But you have bright red eyes...” she trailed off. “I'm a true Alpha, not just an Alpha.” Stiles replied before her brain could process words to say. “So,” he started again, “Who else knows about what you saw?” He was Beginning to run out of patience. “No one, I haven't told anyone about it yet.” Having heard her answer to his question, Stiles breathed out in relief. Not that he was scared about humans knowing about his true self but because he didn't want to put anyone in danger, when he was also in danger.

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.”

"You’re still here." With a faint smile on his lips, he opened his eyes. "I'm not an Alpha anymore." His voice was scratchy as he replied, "but I’m still me." With her heart bursting with gratitude and love, Lena planted a kiss on his forehead. "That’s all that matters." Alric watched the scene silently, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "It’s done. The shadows are gone, and the curse is broken." ---

"Are you insane, Cassandra? He is the Cursed Alpha! That man is cruel, dark, and destined for a horrible fate! How could you be so foolish as to get close to him, to… ally yourself with him?!" Her words were harsh, almost cutting, but the concern in her voice was clear. I knew she had every reason to be worried, that everything she said was true. The Cursed Alpha was no ordinary man. He was dangerous, unpredictable. And yet, the Goddess had chosen him for me.

I couldn't let him die just like that. But would I… could I… lay myself down for him? I wanted to scream. I wanted to weep until my lungs broke. But nothing came out. My voice was buried beneath the weight of the choice I was about to take. Justin slammed his hands on the table. “No. This is madness. There has to be another way. You can’t just ask her to—” “There is no other way,” the healer said firmly. “The rot curse is ancient, designed to end a line completely. The cure was written in old blood, bound to love’s sacrifice. Without it, Alpha Williams will not see another moonrise.”

“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?”

But inside, I was anything but fine. Father didn't waste a second after I gave the green light. "The Alpha wants you to join the she-wolves battlefield warriors," he announced without any build-up or concern for my recent state. I blinked, trying to process what he just said. "What?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You'll be under Zayn's team," he added, as if that explained everything. Mom shot him a sharp look, clearly unhappy. "Greg, she just recovered. Do you think it's wise to send her into something so—"

“The Bound Circle. What happened to them?” Silas turned his gaze toward the forest, to some far memory that stretched beyond the reach of time. “We were chosen, not by prophecy but by desperation. Thirteen Alphas, each marked by strange omens blood that wouldn’t clot, howls that split the sky, dreams that repeated across continents. We were gathered not because we were strong, but because we were… cursed. Like you, Dorian. Like me.” Dorian’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing.

The curse that had bound him for so long shattered, and for the first time in years, he felt the familiar pull of his wolf form. Kaelan roared as his body shifted, his muscles rippling, his senses sharpening. He landed on all fours, his fur gleaming under the moonlight. The power of his transformation was overwhelming, but it was also freeing. He was whole again. --- The final battle was swift and brutal. Kaelan, now in his wolf form, fought with a precision and strength that Zane couldn’t match. The clearing became a blur of snarls and flashes of silver as the two Alphas clashed. But in the end, it was Kaelan who stood victorious.