Claimed By The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

Naro said, his voice trembling. Kael sat heavily in the chair, staring at the wound on his arm. His blood oozed black. Pure black—an abomination. But he was an alpha beast anyway. Slowly, the old man strode toward him, though carefully. When he saw Kael was back to normal again, he added, “The curse is awakening, and it’s getting stronger every single day. This is the only way, Alpha.” Kael shot up from the chair at once, ignoring his bleeding arm. He glared at Naro. “I’m not mating anyone, and that’s final. I’ll discard her when I’m done with her. I don’t need a mate to get rid of this damn curse.”

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.

"She will be here tomorrow to see you in person.” She walked to the door, then stopped. "You know what the saddest part is? Damon probably doesn't even know you're gone yet. He's too busy with his curse to notice." "Curse? What curse?" She looked back at me this time with real pity that made me almost choke on my spit. "Ohh, you didn't know?” She said mockingly, “well let me tell you a secret you never knew. Your Alpha is cursed. Has been for years. Every blood moon, he loses control. Becomes a monster."

“When Easterly Tower fell, the witch Marisol cursed you.” He gives a low hum, encouraging me to continue. I recite the curse,the one every wolf in the land knows by heart: "Blood of wolf and pride so high, Your line shall fade, your cradle dry. No seed shall root, no babe shall cry, Till tears of truth from you do lie. By ash and bone, by flame and thorn, No heir shall rise from you be born." He nods grimly. “You know all the words.” Everyone did. The curse spread like wildfire,an alpha with no heir was a tragedy, a threat to power, a whisper on every tongue.

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.”

The world has changed over the years. Humans and werewolves now live side by side, bound by uneasy harmony and ancient laws. But peace built on secrets never lasts and mine is the darkest of all. Alpha Davian, ruler of the Crescent Moon Pack and King of the werewolf realm. CEO of Blackfang Corporation. To his people, he is power, authority, and control. But beneath the surface, a curse burns through his veins, waiting for the right moment to destroy him from within.

"She defiled our sacred ceremony!" "The human must die!" "This is blasphemy!" They started to shift with glowing eyes and lengthening teeth, ready to tear me apart right there in the ceremonial hall while I knelt frozen at that chair and unable to move or think. Then the Cursed Alpha stood in one fluid motion. His power rolled off him in visible waves that made every wolf coming towards me step back. "She is mine," he roared in a voice deep and cold as a winter grave. Even the Alpha King was shocked by those words.

The forest of the cursed held haunted creatures, from the myths of the Blood Moon Pack to the nine packs under the Alpha King's rule, but I was an exception of these unique, cursed creatures. At night, they—the acclaimed cursed ones—would lurk at the dangerous trees, whistling in the air for their mates and families alike to join them and feast on unsuspecting werewolves who drove there at night. The one that rules supreme is the cursed one of us all. We call him the Beast, but it's no secret that it is Ragal, the one and only Alpha King. I hated the fact that he was king both of the werewolves and the cursed kind. If word got out about the things he did there at night, heads will roll and t

Another elder said and that got him approving nods and sounds. Alpha Sebastian was going to say something else when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He clutched it. "It's our mate", his wolf said. "She is in trouble". "Alpha, what is it?" The first elder asked and looked at the others with an expression that stated clearly what he thought. They nodded in silent agreement. They were all sure that the curse had taken hold of their Alpha. "It is the curse, isn't it, alpha?" they asked in hush tones.

The words hit me like a wire of urgency, and I could only nod in agreement. She pulled me towards the house, the eerie gazes that lay on me slowly reducing as we stepped into the darkness. As we got close to the entrance, I found the guts to speak, to spill the words that clouded my mind in a strained, ragged whisper. “The Alpha’s curse is a lie; it was an Omega murder, and I think I am next.” I felt her grip tighten as her professional demeanor momentarily cracked under the weight of my confession. She didn’t stop moving, keeping up the pace with a hardened expression.