Cursed Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

he called softly, “You looked like you were scared of me a while ago.” “I wasn't,” I blurted out, “It's the first time I saw you like that.” “Even when I'm very Angry, I won't hurt you. I might be evil because it's in my blood, but when it comes to you… I'm not,” Alastor declared. A soft smile spread across my face and I hugged him back, “I wish it was the other way around, I wish you were not evil,” I murmured. “Ashera,” I stated, “Do you have any idea about who might have been after it?”

I called her name again, but the moaning and the whimpers didn’t stop. Patrea came and grabbed the phone. I wanted not to give it to her, but her force was too strong, and she was able to take it from me. “Althea!” She yelled. Her eyes watered as she looked at Lucius. They stared at each other, and I was sure they were communicating through their mental connection. A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth as he took the phone from her. “Let me introduce you to the underworld’s prince of deception, Alastor of Athwart.”

he mutters, picking at his plate. "Do you even know my name?" I gasp sarcastically through heavy gulps of food. He plays with a grin. "You're Alyson Alexander, once Alyson Clark, but before that, Alissa Clark, the blood bag to Alpha Jacob before you were killed, sent to the moon goddess and brought back as Alyson Harris. It's not complicated, sweetheart, I know quite a lot about you. Like how you are a cursed wolf, a wolf been touched by the goddess herself."

I thought of that cursed man and nodded to myself. He was the type of asshole that would cut off his mate‘s communication with others just to have her under his thumb. He may have smashed her phone when he realized we were still in contact. Did he hit her and curse at her for still loving me? The more I thought of it, the more likely it seemed and the more I believed. The Cursed Alpha was not a man fit for my Chantelle. He was not good enough. Chantelle deserved a kind man, a man who would move the world and shake it for her whenever she pleased, not a man who was cold and cursed.

I almost puked in disgust and turned my face away but she forced me to look at her. "I curse you to never find love, you'll be lonely all of your life. Anyone who loves you will die a horrible death, anyone who tries to break this curse will never know peace, you will be an outcast among your own people, your best friend will betray you, your woman will seek your life and you will never be happy!" The woman shouted. "No!" I yelled frantically. I began to shake violently as I tried to free myself, the witch appeared beside my Father and everyone else began to chant the curse along with her.

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.

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

“I want to hear you fall apart again.” I rode his fingers desperately, head thrown back, messy dark hair sticking to my damp forehead. When he finally replaced them with his cock, sinking in with one brutal thrust, I cried out loud enough for the house to echo it back. He fucked me right there on the altar deep, possessive strokes that rocked the ancient stone. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the bond singing between us. My power stirred again. Green light flickered faintly in my veins. Silas groaned as if he felt it too, hips stuttering. “What are you, Ashe?” he growled, teeth grazing my throat. “You make the curse… quiet.”

He rarely makes an appearance in front of me, not just because of the nature of his job but because he's nose deep in work daily. “Alpha, it seems we might be having a problem," he said to me and I narrowed my eyes on him. What was he talking about? “What is it?" I asked him. He began to fidget. “The curse, I'm of the strong opinion that it is back. The blood of the former Luna that we have in storage is not effective in curing or stopping its progression,” the healer said to me and I felt my heart sink. If the curse was back as he said, why was he in my presence?!

He hadn’t thought about it since the curse. And now his bond, it picked her? No. The gods wouldn’t be that cruel. Or maybe they would. After all, wasn’t that what the prophecy promised him? When the cursed Alpha finds his equal, blood will bind them—and break them. He clenched his fists. The ache in his jaw told him he was gritting his teeth, but he didn’t stop. Lyra had looked at him like she wasn’t afraid. Like she was waiting for him to make the first move so she could end him.