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He paused, an idea striking a chord in his head, “I would get an artist, to draw out the image in my head. Yes! I need to have her with me in reality, one way or the other.” “Brother…” His sister giggled amused, and she knew she might think him a fool, but this feeling well… It was making him stupid. “You didn’t say anything about the kingdom I’m planning on getting back. Keanu Clan, ruled by almighty Adolph or whatever his name is. I made mention of it when I was talking about our mysterious woman, you didn’t say a thing.” Lucien chimed, his eyes dimming as he stared at her. Her facial expression was neutral as she let out a yawn and said, “I’m feeling sleepy Lucien. Let’s go back up to our

They walked around the royal hall, looking at the paintings displayed on the walls, and on the other side hung the family pictures and portraits of the rulers of the kingdom, the royal blood, the Alpha Kings, and their Lunas, generation after generation. Katherine paused in front of a portrait that caught her eye. There was something about him that sent a shiver down her spine. He looked vicious, his gaze cold and unfeeling, even in the image. The man exuded an aura of danger. Someone that no one should cross, someone that everyone must fear. Among the other portraits and persons in them, he has the coldest and surly aura. Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier

Baron said, his hands caressing an orb on the hand rest of the chair he sat on. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Oswald raised a brow, realizing this might be as serious as Baron was portraying it to be. Baron sighed heavily, placing the orb in his hands and muttering a spell. The orb is encircled in emerald-colored mist, and an obscure figure appears within the orb. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, has it." Oswald stared back at the orb in horror, wondering what more Baron was going to tell him about the curse.

I continued speaking to him although I looked like having a monolouge with a spirit, I brushed that thought off. While I was wiping his face with warm water, I was mulling over his cure. Baron said King Victor and Hamil were looking for it. I hope they could find it quick. I wanted to see him in his normal form now. A gorgeous human at daytime and a gentle fierce wolf at night. I remembered my mom once told me a story about a royal pack when I was a kid. It became my bedtime lullaby for I always asked her to tell the same story every night. I had no idea that it was a real one and it was about him, Matthew Moore, The Cursed Alpha King!

I asked myself and put the reed broom I was holding by my side and picked up the book. “The Cursed King,” I said softly to myself and couldn’t help but caress the book. I blew it because it was a bit dusty. He still looks like that, a bit old. I sat on my bed and turned the first page of it. I immediately remembered that part where the story stopped but I was shocked to see that there is already written in there. "Impossible!" can't believe my promise. I read it right away but I was still hesitant because I remembered Laurier's curse again. I couldn’t artificially ask him about that thing because I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

She exclaimed, and I recalled Alpha Marcus’s daily 5 o’clock departure, a consistent routine that dated back to our first conversation. “You don’t know, but the world has so many mysteries, especially North,” she uttered, returning to bed. “Mysterious and dangerous.” I pursed my lips because I’d heard from Grandpa and read in the books in his library that beasts, dragons, witches, vampires, everyone lived there. Even our Lycan King also used to live there before destruction. “Do you know about the attack of vampires on Mooncrest Valley?” A shiver crawled down my spine. “Lycan King’s Valley,”

she asks. “I don’t know,” I reply and rub my burning throat. “A lot.” “I couldn’t find much about Cambion illnesses in my books,” she says. I lean over to look between the two front seats at a box of books at Lucille’s feet. “The only time you get sick is when you deplete your energy…or you’re cursed. Have you been cursed?” “How would I know if someone cursed me?” Monty and Lucille exchange a glance I don’t much care for. “There is a chance you won't,” Lucille says.

She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time. Behind her was a young man who could almost look related to her. His orange hair was shorter, ending right above his shoulders, and it was clear to see that someone had attempted to contain some of his curls. He was dressed in the same green color, the outfit matching both Nicolais' and Sicca’s. “King Sebristien, Queen Jólena, welcome to the Kingdom of Summer,” Nicolais greeted, bowing his head a little. The Kingdom of Spring. “Thank you so much for the invitation,” Jólena almost sang, as she curtseyed before Nicolais.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios