Situationship With The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

Haynes inquires without breaking eye contact with the Alpha. “I’m never too certain, which is why I always need to give my toys a push. If Ziason is really cursed, we have to find out what kind of curse he has. Whichever curse it is, it adds to the thrill of everything, as a makes an Alpha think no more than a hungry, feral, bush animal. He can lose insights, as well as his Alpha instincts.” Alpha Frail tosses the half used cigarette out through the window. “We’ll prepare for war,” he notes confidently. “Moon’s Wrath is weak as long as its Alpha is cursed.” “Are we bringing our witch allies… because of the girl? Her powers are quite scary, you know.”

Main characters Braylon Scott An alpha who lived for 100 years suffering under the consequences of a curse. His kind (the Alphas) were stuck in dog form, to lift the curse he will have to look for (THE OWNER— a person with special ability and must be a successor of the owner of the curse). In the process of trying to survive, he was saved by Imogene who raised his curse and he fell in love with her. Imogen Crawford

The stench of stale urine hovered thickly in the air, but all I could focus on was her calm expression, her perfect hair, her steady breathing. “What do you mean?” The words slipped out of me in a whisper that felt too small, too broken. “Adrian is my mate. He would never—” Nina tilted her head, the corners of her lips lifting with a cruel ease I had never seen before. “Does it make sense,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “that the future Alpha marries a cursed woman?” Heat rushed to my ears. The curse. My curse. It had appeared barely two hours ago—burning into my thigh like a punishment from the gods. I hadn’t even processed it. I still believed it would fade. That someone

Leaves in my hair. This morning I'd woken up planning to surprise my boyfriend at his uncle's wedding. Now I was about to marry an alpha with six dead wives. And if I refused, he would probably kill me. "This is not happening," I whispered. The woman smiled sadly. "Honey, it already did." She slipped the dress over my head. And I realized I just accidentally murdered my way into a cursed marriage with the most dangerous alpha. I was so fucked.

“We noticed a pattern, Alpha. Every Alpha-king in your lineage has faced it upon reaching their twenty-eighth year.” His voice was muffled, as if I were underwater. “My father…” “Died from it, yes. As did his father before him, as did his father before that.” Morteus's weathered hands shook lightly. “During the seventh blood moon, the curse reaches its peak. The Alpha king loses his mind completely and..” “Dies,” I finished, my voice dull and empty. “Yes, your Majesty. You just have a year of sanity left.”

She snapped her fingers at me, as if not knowing him is a sin. "Is it required to know him?" I replied sarcastically, shrugged my shoulders, and continued wiping the window. "I can't believe you. And you're not even interested?" She shook her head in disbelief. "He's the most powerful and feared Alpha ever existed. But the problem is... He never got a mate because stories says all the women who became his mate died mysteriously. Some even say they were... Cursed," she added when she did not receive an answer from me. I faced her again. Her last words seemed to have caught my attention.

I stepped closer until I could see her pulse racing beneath her throat. “Find me my fated mate,” I growled. “Or start carving your own coffin.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and strode out of the hall, my boots striking hard against the stone floor. Anger burned hotter than the curse itself. Three weeks. That’s all I had left before the curse consumed me completely. Later that day, as the moon climbed high above the pack house, whispers drifted through the servants’ quarters. “I thought Alpha Davian brought us here for well, you know… an orgy or something,” one of the she-wolves murmured.

I wanted to argue, but I could sense that Vanessa's loyalty to the alpha king was unshakeable. "I just want to go home," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Vanessa's expression turned cold. "You will go home when the alpha king allows it. You are here because he wants you here. ." Her words stung, and I couldn't help but feel helpless. Days turned into weeks turned into months , and I tried to adjust to my new life. It was not easy, but Vanessa's company made it bearable. She told me stories about her life in the mansion, about the alpha king, and his curse. I listened with rapt attention as she spoke about the curse that plagued the alpha king and how he needed a child to break it. Sh

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

"Then why isn't it affecting me? Why isn't Vera and some of the others showing symptoms?" "The curse takes the path of least resistance," she answers, stirring the mixture with a bone spoon. "It strikes first those most bonded to the Alpha. Blood. Wolves that has recently shared deep bond with him." I think of pack members that were injured. My sister, Zara. Mack, who Kael taught in combat personally. Celia, personal guard to the Alpha for five years. Damon, though he was driving me nuts lately, was Kael's brightest young wolf. "But sooner or later, it will catch up with all of us," I say. It's not a question.