Chosen By The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

There was a long internal howl at that thought and I was hit by a wave of sadness and self betrayal. But still, I choose Violet. I could only dare to hope. The wheels were turning in Brenda's head. If I listened hard enough, I would probably hear them. I understood that her loyalty was to me, but mine was to Violet. “What kind of Alpha would you be without your wolf?” She asked softly, but she knew my mind was made up. “The kind that keeps his mate safe.”

"You're here now. The past is irrelevant." But it wasn't irrelevant to me. If I was walking into a death sentence, I deserved to know why. "Please. I need to understand what I'm facing." He stared at me for a long moment, and I saw something almost like pain flash in his dark eyes. "My bloodline is cursed," he said finally. "Every woman who bears children to an Alpha in my family dies within a year. It's been that way for generations." My heart nearly stopped. "Cursed how?"

She snapped her fingers at me, as if not knowing him is a sin. "Is it required to know him?" I replied sarcastically, shrugged my shoulders, and continued wiping the window. "I can't believe you. And you're not even interested?" She shook her head in disbelief. "He's the most powerful and feared Alpha ever existed. But the problem is... He never got a mate because stories says all the women who became his mate died mysteriously. Some even say they were... Cursed," she added when she did not receive an answer from me. I faced her again. Her last words seemed to have caught my attention.

The purple lines faded completely. Alexander’s voice was low, rough, almost against my ear. “They’ll keep coming. Stronger. The Council doesn’t leave a vessel unclaimed once they’ve named it.” Gabriel’s thumb pressed against my pulse. “Then we keep her alive until we decide what the mark actually is. And until we decide whether the Council is allowed to take it.” I opened my eyes and looked between them—the Fire Alpha whose heat still burned against my throat, and the Frost Alpha whose cold still anchored my wrist. The forced proximity had tightened another notch. And somewhere above us, the High Council’s forces were already preparing the next breach.

“Out of Victor. Into someone else. A volunteer.” The room went dead silent. Victor stepped forward. “Me.” “No,” I said at the same time. “Me.” Both of us. At once. Brandon looked between us and his jaw ticked. “You can’t both do it. The ritual needs one vessel. One life to take the curse so the other can live.” “Then it’s me,” Victor said. “I’m the Alpha. It’s my responsibility.” “It’s my fault,” I said. “My blood started this. My blood should end it.”

“Best decision we ever made.” Wren arrived last, moving with timeless elegance. The intricate emerald patterns in his silver eye had become breathtaking constellations of wisdom. “The futures stretch long and bright,” he said softly. “Our light continues.” The great hall that night was overflowing with life. Tables stretched the length of the room. Music swelled. Generations of our pack celebrated together. Children and great-grandchildren listened wide-eyed as Elara told the story of the Omega who came to kill the cursed Alphas and instead taught them how to live.

The Alpha of the Iron-Claw pack had screamed that day, his hand wrapped in my hair as he dragged me toward the execution block. “Stop!” A voice had thundered, shaking the very trees of the forest. Caleb. He had been twenty then, a young Alpha in his prime, crashing through the Iron-Claw gates like a god of war. He hadn't just stopped them; he had decimated them. “You want to kill a girl because her wolf is late to transition?” Caleb had sneered, his claws dripping with the blood of my captors. “She’s coming with me.” “She’s a breeder, Alpha Caleb,” the Iron-Claw Beta had spat, clutching his severed arm. “She’s genetically marked for nothing but producing pups for stronger men. She’s a curse.

.Why go through all the trouble for a cursed like him? You can choose another mate. Choose another mate. Was she serious? I heard that again. Odessa.She warned her. Odessa felt like a child being called out by their mother for eating too much candy. It was annoying. Well, goddess Celine, if I could just go around choosing who to mate with.Wouldn't that save me from all this trouble? But you chose him for me, not the other way round. Odessa spat with sarcasm dripping from her lips.Oh, but that's funny, Odessa, because if I can remember correctly, you're the one who chose him for yourself, not me. I do not control my children's actions.The goddess asked back. What do you mean? I chose him. Isn

“I can understand this is difficult for you to believe but if you think about it deeply you will understand…” “Fine… I am listening… Explain…” Serena said crossing her hands over her chest. “I am the Alpha of the Dark Night Pack. There was once a time when it was considered one of the most powerful packs. After you cursed me, I was so worried about staying away from my mate that I neglected my pack. No one fears us anymore. Last month, rogues attacked us and killed a five-year-old girl…” He couldn’t speak further as his voice choked up. Clearing his throat, Alaric continued, “There was nothing I could do Serena… I felt so useless… I can’t help but wonder how different things would have been

They had waited so long to have this child and never wished for anything to go wrong. "We will celebrate till dawn!" Alpha said. "Oh please shut up Nathaniel," a feminine voice boomed angrily from the crowd. There was a loud gasp after her words to the Alpha and everyone cleared their way to reveal the imposter. She had blended in so well that no one detected that there was an outlander in their pack. Not only had she spoken so rude to their alpha, she also had the audacity to call him by name. "Rebecca, what are you doing here, you have been banished from our–"