Forced Mate Bond With A Cursed Alpha นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All of the Pack members he passed by, guards, maids, instinctively bowed their heads, their eyes averted in reverence for the man who led them with unyielding strength. They had a lot of respect for Him. For Kieran Stormfang. The Cursed Alpha Beast. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, his jaw set in a hard line, and his eyes, glowing faintly with his wolf’s intensity, scanned the corridor with purpose. He was a force of nature, a cursed alpha whose power was both feared and revered, and tonight, that power felt amplified by the woman he’d brought home. Selene, his mate, now resting in his bed.

"Yes." Athen leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to mine, his kiss filled with an intensity that left me breathless. It was a kiss of possession and affirmation, a silent promise of protection and love. I felt his hands move over my body, exploring every inch of me as if to reassure himself that I was really there. Finally, he pulled back, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're my destined runaway mate," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "Yes, my cursed alpha," I said, my voice filled with warmth and love

Better to be with a woman who's not cursed than one who is cursed, no matter what she was. I was recalling again now, the way he had looked at me with disgust. The way he had dismissed our bond as if it was worthless. Phoebe scoffed. “And you think that makes you special? It’s a privilege that you even had the chance to choose me. Even Alpha Nicholas has taken an interest in me.” There was a pause, thick with tension. Luke’s voice was quieter when he answered, but there was an edge to it. “Does it matter? You and I are already promised to each other.”

I lost my wolf and am just a human now, so your curse won't touch me. I'm not joining your pack. Your alpha bought me, and I'm here against my will. "I am Dex's mate."

“Alpha, the Moon Goddess does not make—” “I **reject** her.” The hall fell into stunned silence. My heart stopped. Rejection. He said it so easily. So publicly. Kael’s voice rose, carrying through every corner of the packhouse. “I, Alpha Kael of Crescent Night, reject Liora as my mate.” The bond snapped violently inside my chest. Pain exploded through me. I gasped, collapsing to my knees as the force ripped through my body like lightning. Wolves around me stepped back quickly, afraid to touch the aftermath of an Alpha’s rejection.

Aching pressure was building inside me, my hole stretching around his knot. One of Matthew’s hands sought out one of mine, and he laid it on top. I tangled our fingers together and squeezed. Yes, do it. Please. I couldn’t say it, I could only whimper. But he knew what it meant, and he bit down hard, his extended canines sinking deep into my flesh. The bond exploded between us, a chorus of gold and red and purple, the warp of my magic and the weft of his alpha power weaving into an unbreakable whole.

"I am, Alpha Ralph. My feelings for Gonzalo are undeniable, and I want to be true to them." He studied me for a moment, assessing the sincerity in my eyes. "Very well. The mate bond is a powerful connection. Are you prepared for what breaking it entails?" "I am," I affirmed, drawing strength from my newfound clarity. Alpha Ralph extended his hand, and I mirrored the gesture. As our hands met, an electric current surged between us. The mate bond, once a symbol of unity, now manifested as a tangible force, resisting the impending separation. The pack members observed in hushed silence.

I said. "What he did not tell you," she said, and her voice shifted into something careful, "is that the original form was only possible in conjunction with a specific kind of bond. Not just a mate bond. An Alpha bond with full resonance." She looked at me. "The first three Aethar were each bonded to Alphas whose packs were at full health. The bond connection and the pack's health together created the conditions for the full ability." She paused. "When this pack was under the curse, and you were incomplete in your development, and the bond was new—you were already operating at a level that should not have been possible under those conditions." I set the book down properly. "What are you sayi

he said, gripping me now on my waist as his eyes turned into gold. Then he pulled me and held me with his big hands on my face, having my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, saying, "About the way you are feeling, I didn't do anything to you. It's the mate bond, and you won't be able to do anything about it no matter how much you try." "That is bullshit; that fu****g bastard of an alpha rejected this woman without batting an eye. So don't ever tell me that I can't do anything about it.

It was said that when an Alpha found his mate, it was as though the very fabric of nature recognized it—a melding of souls that could not be denied. My breath caught in my throat as I read further. The ledger went into disturbing detail about rejection—the ancient, arcane rituals that some believed could sever the mate bond. It described the curse of the moon, how the blood of a mate was said to hold a unique power, a power that could either strengthen or shatter the bond. Some legends claimed that if a mate resisted the bond, the Alpha’s fury would be unimaginable, and the mate’s life would be forfeit. Others spoke of rare rituals, forbidden practices, that could reverse the bond—but only a