Romans & histoires Chosen By The Cursed Alpha

“And so? What does that have to do with me?” “You are the key to breaking it,” he revealed. “Listen carefully, To end the curse, you must find the four Alphas and choose your true mate among them.” His words hit me like a random blow to my face. I shook my head countless times and my disbelief was slowly turning into anger. “You want me to choose? Between Alphas I don’t even know? What kind of nonsense is this? Look, Alpha Kerian or whatever is your name. This is bullshit! Fucking bullshit that I don't buy. How could you….”

“Max is your Alpha. He has fought for you, bled for you, sacrificed for you. And this is how you repay him? With doubt the first time a rival whispers in your ear?” The pack wavered, but the doubt did not vanish. It lingered like a sickness. I forced a breath, steadying myself. “I am cursed,” I said, the words tasting like ash. The admission was a wound torn open, but there was no point in denial now. “Yes. The Moon Goddess has denied me a mate. But that curse does not define me. I have carved a place for us with my own hands, with my own blood. I built this pack, and I will not let Leonard tear it apart with his venom.”

“It will never be enough.” Because this time… My beast wasn’t starving for blood. It was starving for Alia. And giving in would destroy her. I sank to my knees, fingers digging into the ground. “Gods…” I whispered, trembling. “Whyyy.I can’t go near her. If I do—I’ll kill her.” My entire body shuddered with the force of desire and terror. “I can’t touch her,” I whispered again. “And I can’t stay away.” The curse had awakened. And it was hungry. It wanted only one thing. Her.

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.”

“You knew something about this?” Elena lifted her chin. “Would it have mattered if I did?” His eyes darkened. “It matters if my heir is tied to a curse.” She flinched at his words. My heir. Not our child. Just another possession in his mind. Zephyr stepped forward, his tone calm but sharp. “It’s not a curse, Alpha. It’s fate. And fate doesn’t bow to your pride.” The room tensed. Warriors shifted. A low growl rumbled from Damien’s throat, and for a second, it felt as though the two alphas might tear each other apart.

"You should be. I am cursed, Anna. I turn invisible once every month. Sometimes more. Each time it lasts for days. And it is getting worse. The episodes are stretching longer. I do not know if one day I will simply disappear and never come back." "Who cursed you?" He was silent for a long moment. Then he spoke. "I was seventeen when it happened. My father had many enemies. One of them was a powerful witch from the northern mountains. He blamed my father for something. He wanted revenge. But my father was already dead by then. So he came for me instead." He paused. His hands tightened around his glass. "He cursed me to disappear. To become invisible. To be unseen by the world. He said it was

She told me she knew what I was, despite the fact that I’d kept my nature hidden even from my own father. Wolf shifter, she’d spat. You’ll never find happiness. Never find love. Your humanity will be chipped away at over the years, until all that’s left is the beast. Unless you find your fated mate, and she loves you in return…You’ll be a wolf forever. Up until that moment, I’d never believed in witches or curses. Looking into her ink-dark eyes, I knew I’d been wrong. I felt it. She was a witch, and she’d fucking cursed me.

Whereas I worked myself everyday trying to impress him and make him realize my worth and importance to him and his pack, hoping for even a shred of his gaze my way, he had been doing this. “I, Alba, reject Alpha Dante Voss as my mate and Alpha. I annul this bond that binds us together!” I snapped without restraint, watching him as he began to cough up blood. The Alpha King looked at me shocked by the decision I had taken. He couldn’t believe that I would really reject my mate especially with how Dante had threatened me. His gaze lingered on me longer than it should have. As if he was thinking of something I couldn’t quite understand or explain.

Cara walked out of the room with her bag leaving me staring back at her messy room. Cara was the Alpha’s daughter, she had everything at her beck and call. Her father, Alpha Adam was my father’s best friend who took me in after the incident. Though I felt grateful to him for giving me shelter but sometimes I thought it would have been better I went rogue than staying in this hell of a place.

Because her tone sugges⁠ted there was an or. "Or proof of desperat‌ion. Three Alphas s​o cursed t‌hey'd bond any⁠on⁠e c​ap⁠a​ble of breaking it.⁠ Depe⁠nds who's judging."‌ She tilted her he‍ad. "H‌ow did you be‍come Lun​a​? Rea‍ll‍y. Not the sanitiz‌ed version Ronan'​s spreading." I hesitate‌d.