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“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.

Garry, the Beta who was seated on the right side of the Alpha, asked. The Wizard's gaze fell on the Alpha's cool and collected face "My Lord, You are cursed, the feeling of misery, emptiness, and unhappiness is till death" "What?!" Chase asked in surprise, all looked surprised, Rune nodded in understanding to what her Master had just said, she had followed in his consultation. Gunner was surprised... Alpha Kaiden Darius Rucker was a man with the very rare qualities of a leader that parks envied him and most times wished he was their Alpha ... Now he is cursed? ... Gunner thought.

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

Nikitas pov The dim light of early morning cast long shadows through the tall windows of my father’s office, and I sat alone at his desk, confronting the silence with an iron will. Exhaustion gnawed at the edges of my mind, a persistent ache growing stronger with each sleepless night spent grappling with the relentless curse within me. It had become a separate entity, living beneath my skin, whispering insidious thoughts of surrender and relief in the quiet moments between each breath. But none of that would deter me from my chosen path. I would not let it win; this curse died with me, even if that meant going through this pain for years.

I wasn’t just an Alpha. I was cursed. The kind of curse that was written in blood and carved into bone. A power that made the ground quake when I lost control. And tonight, I felt it creeping in again—coiling around my spine, crawling beneath my skin like fire ants, whispering things I didn’t want to hear. Take. Claim. Destroy. I downed the drink in one gulp and threw the glass into the wall. It shattered into a thousand sharp pieces, but the ache didn’t leave. It only grew.

he rubbed his small hands together and breath in deep, "pure humans are the true of us. We are curses." ** The Chamber of Duties burst into pandemonium as it turned out to be a morgue. Inyangas, Tofras, Elementalists and Necromancers took a sip of the Cobra's bile and not long afterwards, burst open, their guts flying all over. Pure humans are the true of us. We are curses.

My fingers dig into my chest through the fabric of the dress. “Publicly,” Malric adds. “In front of the pack. In front of the Council. Humiliation will salt the wound and remind our wolves where their loyalties should lie.” “You are cruel, old friend,” the elder says. “I am practical,” Malric says. “And tired of living under the shadow of one dead Luna and the threat of another. We end the circle. We end the curse. We give him no space to pretend he can have both again.” A beat of silence.

Luckily the system safety feature woke me up. Anyway, Today I’m off to do the mission from yesterday. --------------------- New World - 1 Month and 2 weeks and 5 days The mission is a great success. I killed the bandit king and play with his woman. That was great, but It’ll be greater than this if the same nightmare didn’t haunt me. This stupid nightmare. Is it a curse? Or did someone use foul magic on me? This is not good. I need to buy an anti-curse and anti-evil magic artifact from the system.

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

Deadly. The one who cursed the world eight hundred years back. And would again.