Claimed By The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

“You keep those curses safe?” “Yes. Read your scriptures, Piers. Spirit wolves are a gift from The Goddess, we are charged with caring for them. Although-” the warriors surrounding me start to gossip in hushed voices -“it might be too late for you. Your pack is cursed, not because of your spirit wolf, but in spite of her." "No!" Piers hollers. "He lies." "I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar." Laughing sarcastically, I look up at the trees. “You would do well to heed my words, warriors. Your Alpha is your curse, not the spirit wolf.”

Faris intervened, his voice firm, "You mean her ability to communicate with spirits? Stop calling it witchcraft, Aleksander." The air was thick with tension as Aleksander's gaze challenged Faris, his voice low and menacing. "Speak again, and you'll regret it. I dare you." Alina pressed on, undeterred by the brooding tension. "Alpha Matthias revealed things I never thought possible. He confirmed Faris' innocence." Aleksander's scoff was mocking, his smirk twisting his face as he bent his head low. Alina's determination intensified, her words precise and convincing. "He said Faris didn't kill him, and the true culprit remains at large. Alpha Matthias' spirit is trapped, unable to move on to th

“Alan is going to made alpha soon.” “What!” Alexa exclaimed, abandoning the shoes again to stare at me. “Why?” “The alpha is sick, and Melissa is convinced that he is going to die. She made mention of a curse that has been in her family for decades and this time around, the curse caught her father quite early. So, he has named Alan his heir.” “Goddess Zach, this is awful.” She spoke, placing her hand on my shoulders. “You must feel terrible because I know Alan will not make things easy for you when he becomes Alpha.”

If things remained like this, he might not even have a title anymore, “Tell me?! How do I get my wolf back?!” He ran a hand through his dark hair in stress and waited for the elder’s words. The elder looked at the woman and sighed. “You’ve been cursed,” The Alpha blinked in surprise. “Cursed,” he repeated disbelievingly. “Yes,” the Elder gave a nod. “The Witch played a fast one. She has cursed you,” “I “I’m sorry,” The woman tried to apologise again but they ignored her. “How do we get rid of this curse?” Parker asked worriedly.

"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?"

I let my head fall back against the wall, my heart aching in ways I can’t even begin to put into words. And then there’s Serena's voice echoing in my mind, unwavering in its conviction when she insisted that I was the only one capable of breaking the curse by bearing twelve children. But the doctor’s words earlier contradict hers entirely. He believes Zoe is the one to break the curse. How? Zoe isn’t the Alpha’s mate. Ryder is only the Beta. Elijah—Elijah is the Alpha. Doubt gnaws at me, twisting deep inside my chest. Something doesn’t add up. What if there’s no curse at all? What if it’s something else entirely?

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

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.

ALPHA HUGO’S OFFICE Alpha Jude burst into Alpha Hugo’s office, clutching an old, worn book to his chest. His face was stern, eyes frantic. “Alpha Hugo! I found this book!” he gasped, rushing to the desk and slamming it down. “Look, it says the curse can be killed!” “Really?” Alpha Hugo’s reply was calm, almost disinterested, too slow, too measured for the panic that had caused the Alpha instructors. Everyone was going mad and the Academy was in chaos.

He steps closer, the air between us charged. “No one touches what’s mine.” My breath catches as he closes the distance. The scent of him fills my senses. I tilt my chin up, heart hammering. “And if I mess up? If I break character?” “Then someone will challenge you. Or me. And neither of us wants to see how that ends.” His ominous tone makes me think of all the sinister rumors I've heard about alphas. That they have powers of mind-control over their pack mates. That they stage fights to the death for their own amusement.