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A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Anytime. Stay safe." She watched him as the elevator doors closed, feeling a strange mixture of longing and hope. She didn't know what the future held for her and Valentino, but she knew that she wanted to see him again. And she would. “Fuck!” Valentino cursed immediately as the elevator closes, his hand reaching for his chest. It was beating violently inside his chest and he was having a hard time controlling himself. It was a good thing that he had to stay inside the elevator because his car was in the basement because he wasn’t sure if he could control his longing for her if they stay with each other longer.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“I never wanted to drag you into this world. But Lucien... he’s too strong. And now that you’re involved, you’re not just a victim of this curse. You’re tied to him—tied to both of us, forever.” The words hit her like a slap to the face. The finality of it. Her heart felt like it was in freefall, crashing toward some unseen depth. This was bigger than anything she could have imagined. It wasn’t just about the deal. It was about the very blood running through her veins—the curse that had already marked her. And worse yet, there was no turning back. “You’re wrong,” Lucien said, his voice calm as if enjoying her torment. “There’s no breaking the bond. No freedom from the curse. The bloodline is

he says in a voice that clearly hasn't been used in a long time, laced with a deep accent. This is the reality I've been too terrified to acknowledge. I awakened the curse by being mated to this Alpha...A man who was locked down here because he was too dangerous to roam the earth freely. I scramble to my feet. “No…you’ve got me confused with someone else. See, it’s a long story, but-“ “You’re my mate.” He says it so strongly, so confidently that my body stops as if he commanded it to. “No. Nope that’s not true," I stutter. There has to be an excuse, a way out of this. Maybe Hazel's magic triggered the curse and this is all a dumb mistake.

I felt so cursed. Unfortunately, I sometimes still feel cursed. It’s hard not to. However, lately I feel less cursed than I have in awhile. Maybe one day I won’t feel cursed at all. Maybe Matteo and I can show everyone that sometimes second chance mates get a happy ending. That sometimes someone’s first mate isn’t their true mate. If anything I want our children including Lana to know that second chance mates aren’t always cursed, maybe they aren’t cursed at all.

Or their alpha is gone nuts . Must be the second option , many heart chidded . If the curse was really over . Would the man still be as cold as ice man ? Would the sane person who just became father that too not of one but two two pups , the miracle in itself still be so cold .How ? Suddenly the partition opened as an old lady healer came out . In her hand was a pup wrapped in the white sheets . The gasp left everyones throat as they stared the child from far . Was it fucking sparkling ?

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

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

One book called to her—a black leather volume with no title. She opened it. Inside were symbols. Runes. Sketches of the mark that now lived on her skin. And a name: Virel. The bloodline cursed by fate. Her breath caught. There were drawings of rituals, of bonds sealed by blood, of lovers bound and torn apart by destiny. Each page seemed to hum with power, and as she turned them, her mark began to burn. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” said a voice behind her. She spun.