Cursed Gamma 소설 & 이야기

“So you think I am the type who will not suffer?” he let out a sarcastic laugh and then shook his head, “Your innocence amazes me.” He continued to speak, taking a few steps closer to me. “Just because I am an Alpha and I am alive through the pain doesn’t mean I will not suffer Cordelia, losing you will be the worst pain ever, worse than this curse,” he spoke with a lot of emotions being showcased through his voice.

Extended family members laughed at me while some felt pitied for me. When my second Mate died, things became worse. Slowly, people began to call me curse. I didn’t want to believe it then, but with the death of my third Mate. I believed every hurtful word people called me. I saw myself as it was - cursed Gamma. When my fourth mate died, that became my reality. However, I always tried to fight the urge of not breaking down often. The hurt always made me run to the forest and cry out my heart. I believed it - every word. I was cursed. There wasn’t a mate for me. No man will ever settle for me. I was a virus.

He is a monster. I threw my hand into the air angrily. “Crazy bastard!” I cursed, looking at the mark on my breast. “How could he leave a hickey? He must be out of his mind.” I hissed, going towards the bathroom. The mark wasn’t just a hickey—it was a faint Alpha Claim Mark, glowing slightly from his aura. I wanted to wash his touch off my body; I felt irritated remembering how my body responded to his touch. “I failed this time, Darius Ashfang. Next time you enter this room, I will make sure you will be carried out unconsciously by your men.” I clenched my fist angrily, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me.

To build up resistance – did that mean he had been exposed to the substance frequently? “I’m the Cursed Alpha,” he said with a shrug. “Those who could not face me in battle tried other means.” My expression must have been funny because he chuckled. “But I was cursed with immortality so it didn’t hurt.” “But you’re not anymore,” I said. He blinked but said nothing. “You’re not cursed anymore,” I pressed yet he still did not respond.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

"She is still beating after we smacked the shit out of her." "Why don't we just stab her or stone to death so we can assure that she is going to die." "No, we need not to do anything to her. I think she already suffered a lot." "What the fuck are you talking about? Don't tell me you still want this fucking idiot to live? Have you forgotten what Alpha Lorenzo said? She is a cursed witch and she is going to cause trouble to anyone who keeps in touch with her. We can't simply allow someone like her to exist."

I muttered out loud to myself, oblivious of my humming pendant. I felt my eyes become teary and my throat dry but I couldn't stop now. This is the only chance I will ever have to pour out my heart “While others found their mates and got their wolf gifts, I felt left out and like something was wrong with me. I never got to hunt with the pack, run in the forest, or experience transformation. All I could do was watch from the sidelines as everyone else figured things out. I started to believe that I was cursed and decided to give up hope of ever connecting with my wolf, finding my mate or falling in love. The incident with my brother only reinforced my decision to give up. I thought there was n

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 opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

The Alpha of the Iron-Claw pack had screamed that day, his hand wrapped in my hair as he dragged me toward the execution block. “Stop!” A voice had thundered, shaking the very trees of the forest. Caleb. He had been twenty then, a young Alpha in his prime, crashing through the Iron-Claw gates like a god of war. He hadn't just stopped them; he had decimated them. “You want to kill a girl because her wolf is late to transition?” Caleb had sneered, his claws dripping with the blood of my captors. “She’s coming with me.” “She’s a breeder, Alpha Caleb,” the Iron-Claw Beta had spat, clutching his severed arm. “She’s genetically marked for nothing but producing pups for stronger men. She’s a curse.

Eric’s expression did not change, but his grip on his horse's reins tightened a bit. "You don't understand the world outside your little kingdom, Genevieve," he said, "Alpha Vergil is not a man you can reason with. His curse demands a price, and tonight is the full moon, nothing changes that, not even a bond." "So you are a coward," I said, my voice dripping with pure disgust. "The great Beta Eric. Just a dog who does his master's dirty work, even if it means delivering his own mate to the slaughterhouse." The girls inside the carriage gasped, staring at me in absolute horror.