Cursed Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

Shifted. I reach outward, letting my consciousness slip between realms, following the threads I spun so long ago. Bloodlines. Curses. Tethers. The exquisite web I crafted with patience measured in decades. I find Kael first. Always Kael. The cursed Alpha burns like a storm-star — bright, furious, impossible to extinguish. His curse is still there, still biting, still coiled around his heart like a loyal serpent. But it is thinner. Frayed. Something has been feeding on it.

she winked at him and he looked appalled. "El a quick word please," Liam said and I stood giving Creed one last look before leaving his side. I walked out of the room. "What is it?" I asked Liam and he pulled me outside the doorway. "Why are they calling him their Alpha?" Liam whispered. "He would have to be an Alpha's son but that doesn't make sense according to our great grandfather's journals about the wolves," Elias thought aloud and I pulled both boys a few paces down the hallway. "The fangs the warlock used to bring about Creed's werewolf curse belonged to a very powerful Alpha that had the ability to turn man into wolves. This Wolfpack is different. Their Alpha is chosen by the goddes

"So we just keep her in the keep? After her skin turned purple the second that rock touched the wood?" "She didn't summon the raiding party, Silas," Kaelen grunted. The heavy Alpha stepped over a fallen bench, his thick boots crushing a piece of stale bread into the rushes as he approached the table. He picked up the broken chunk of black stone, turning it over in his calloused palm. "It's an anchor. Whoever took the river post brought this to find something." He paused, his muddy eyes shifting toward me. "Or someone." Lucius didn't look at the stone. He walked around the far end of the long table, his dark boots making almost no sound on the flags. He stopped two feet from my chair, his red

He walked to his shef of alcohol and poured a generous amount of vodka in his tumbler. Hugo wasn't sure why he was angry at Luca? Caterina or himself? Why did he have to put Luca at her tail? Why did he have to taste her? He took a hefty gulp of vodka and winced when the alcohol burned his chest. “Where the fuck have you been?” Caterina was startled as she entered the penthouse as silent as she could and heard Hugo asking her in a cold yet commanding tone. “I.. uh… I was downstairs.” She said standing at her place.

Dante stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "Vergil requires the blood of women every full moon. Every single kingdom on the eastern border follows this rule or faces total annihilation. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn Aries to the ground." "So you give him gold! You give him land! You do not hand him your own sister!" I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards stepped in, blocking me. "Gold won't soothe his curse, Eve. You know what he is." I did know. Everyone knew the horrifying rumors and tales about Vergil, the Cursed Alpha. Every full moon, the demon wolf inside him demanded a sacrifice and slaughtered dozens of young women to soothe it's blood thirst. No

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

"Greetings, sir." He halted as his eyes narrowed on me. "You. The cursed one. What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, you will bring nothing but curse to this pack with your cursed presence.” His words stung, but anger flared hot in my chest for the first time. I straightened, meeting his gaze. "I'm not cursed, Elder. I would advise you to mind the way you speak to me, I believe you wouldn’t want to get on your Alpha’s nerves by talking down on his fated mate and future Luna.”

He opened his mouth to bark a refusal, his wolf practically snarling behind his teeth. “Actually, that’s a wonderful idea,” Selene interrupted, her voice sweet and poisonous. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Alaeric’s arm. “The ‘Scribe’ should be useful. And it gives us some time to discuss the ceremony details in private, doesn't it, Alpha?” Alaeric looked down at Selene’s hand, then at me. I saw the war in his eyes, the Alpha who wanted to chain me to his side, and the Prince who had to play the game of politics. His pride won, but his jaw remained locked tight.