Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

It was as if I had lost the remaining part of my soul. I had come to fully accept my fate. To accept the fact that the people I called family betrayed me and sold me off to a man rumored to be a monster. According to the rumors, Alpha Xavier was the devil himself, a man without a heart, a man who killed without remorse. He was the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf kingdom, feared and respected by all.

“I am tired of meaningless strife. I propose an alliance. Mutual aid. An end to this.” Thomas blinked, then let out a shaky laugh. “Where do I sign?” he asked, only half joking. Cassius allowed himself a small smile. “We will formalize it soon.” I stepped forward, meeting Thomas’s gaze. “One more thing,” I said bluntly. “Your wolf is on the brink of extinction. It is sick, weakened by neglect and fear. If you want your pack to survive, you will accept my healing and reclaim its true self.” Thomas bowed his head, the gesture deep and sincere. “I will,” he said quietly. “Whatever it takes.”

The owner of the car had stumbled upon Thomas on the sidewalk, holding the ripped-out car stereo in his hands. Thomas hadn’t tried to deny his crime. He’d openly confessed and, with as much charm as his self-taught English could muster, suggested he’d done the man a favor. “I think a different brand of stereo might suit you better.” Then, with a bowed head, he’d waited for him to call the police. Instead, Dalton Hunter had hired him on the spot. “Our Athens office could use a kid like you,” he’d said with a laugh. And Thomas had soon found himself the new messenger and office boy for the American CEO’s worldwide shipping corporation.

Now the werewolf council was breathing down his neck, summoning him to explain himself because they thought the attack on the Wilder pack was his doing. But the thing was that I don’t regret any of my actions, but being locked away, unable to find Kari and Viktor and finish what I started… that was driving me mad. I paced the room again, the carpet already worn from my constant circling. My nails dug into my palms. The longer I stayed in here, the more I could feel the edge of my patience shattering l. The door opened without warning and Thomas stepped inside. His presence filled the room before he even spoke like usual. His tall, broad-shouldered build filled the room. Every movement he mad

Thomas rested his head on my lap while Apollo held his feet. The drive to the hospital went fast, when we arrived Kayler's doctor was already waiting for us on a stretcher, they laid Thomas down there and took him away from the ER. He is a werewolf. I know he will be fine. Apollo, Kayler, Carolina and I were sitting on benches in the hospital. Carolina squeezed my leg, giving me a hint of her support. Hours passed and no news from Thomas. All in silence, until half an hour later we saw the doctor come out of the room where he had been taken. I quickly made my way to him.

The great army of the rogue king has been split in three parts and in the mess of it all no one notices two girls that were supposed to be supervised, running around, giving a few little orders to a few little people. When Thomas catches up with me, I feel my heart beating out of my chest. If he saw me... "I'm sorry for... Goddess... every word that came out of my mouth since we met actually. I really made you work for that trust, but... if you even want it anymore... I wanted you to know you have it. Wholehartedly." He says and for the first time since I met him, I can feel he is sincere. Which makes it even harder when I look over his shoulder and I see an army of rogues from Damon's resis

"No, Marcel. Listen to me. " He finally met my eyes, and what I saw there broke something open inside my chest. He wasn't just cold, he was tired, bone-deep, soul-deep tired, the kind of tired that makes a person want to lie down and stop fighting. "You didn't kill Thomas, " I said. My voice was shaking but I kept it low, kept it steady as I could manage. "The curse did. That thing that was put inside you without your knowledge, without your permission, that is what killed Thomas. Not you. You have never hurt anyone out of choice.

“You’re going to tell us everything. Who hired you, why they wanted my parents dead, and what else you know about their plans. And if you cooperate, I might let you live to see sunrise.” Thomas broke after another ten minutes of threats and Gabriel’s increasingly creative descriptions of what he planned to do to him. The confession came tumbling out all at once. “It was the Alpha of Stormhollow,” he sobbed. “He said the Ashclaw pack was getting too powerful. He paid me fifty thousand to make it look like an accident.” “What else?” “That’s all, I swear. I cut the brake lines and left.” “Bullshit.” Gabriel grabbed Thomas by the shirt and hauled him upright. “There’s more. What about the girl?”

He gulped and said, “Thomas is the one who cured Heart Eater. He is the one chosen as the president of the Business Alliance and also the one who drove Art Trading Corporation to a dead end. If you want to avenge Lord Vedastus, you should look for Thomas. I’m just a small pawn. What are you mad at me for?” What a fence-sitter. Once something happened, he pushed all the blame to others.

Activating the command serum in six council guards at once allowed Thomas to escape and use them against their colleagues before they realized it. Security footage showed him leaving custody while controlled wolves killed anyone who tried to stop him. He set fire to the council chambers to destroy evidence and cause chaos. Thomas had sent a message to every alpha in North America, explaining that his action was just the beginning of what he could do if Elena didn't surrender. The body count was fifteen, with more injured. "He's going scorched earth," Isabella said from a hospital corner where she was restrained. "Thomas knows he's lost control of the council, and his conspiracy is exposed, s