Situationship With The Cursed Alpha Novels & Stories

My chest rose and fell unevenly. I kissed, touched, and wanted her. And the worst best part was that I enjoyed every damned moment of it. I wanted more. I still wanted more. My entire body still throbbed with the memory of her warmth. But how could I, Alpha Dairus of Moonfang Pack, be craving for a cursed girl? The girl I rejected in front of everyone. A girl whose existence should have been beneath my attention? What kind of Alpha behaves like this?

She could sense the desire in my eyes, but I couldn't let it consume me. "I can't," I muttered, averting my gaze. "What do you mean?" she asked, confusion evident on her face. "I can't do this with you. I can't afford to risk your life," I replied, my voice filled with agony. "What are you talking about? Risk my life?" Ayra's brows furrowed with confusion. "I am an alpha werewolf. I have a curse that turns any girl I am intimate with into ashes. Just like it happened with Jade," I explained, my voice laced with sadness.

Their Alpha, Harris, was supposedly cursed, and every mate he’d ever had met a horrible end. "What do they want?" Thorne demanded, his voice sharp. "Alpha Harris is invoking the Moon Goddess Pact… he’s looking for a marriage alliance," the guard stammered. "He needs a female willing to be his Luna, to stop the fighting within his pack." The Elders shot panicked looks at each other. No one wanted to join that cursed pack. No parents would ever send their daughter to such a dangerous place. But I saw my chance. I got to my feet and walked towards the guard, every step solid and sure.

A night that had led me to be cursed. She took a step closer, her voice a low whisper. “You thought you could have it all, didn’t you? You thought you could have a mate who would love you and then finally break the curse?” My blood ran cold as she let out a cackle. “Not on my fucking watch will that curee be broken, Alpha.” I wanted to form words. To threaten her. To beg. To do anything to make her divert her attention from Destiny, but I couldn’t form any words. The pain was eating me up.

The two sisters locked eyes, their gazes filled with animosity. Sapphire's malevolent smile revealed her determination for revenge, even if it meant joining forces with Drake, her so-called half-cousin. The weight of her mother's curse paled in comparison to the malevolence she planned to unleash. The Alpha king's discovery of his mate brought him close to redemption, but Sapphire refused to allow that. She vowed to make him fall at her feet, begging for mercy. She knew exactly where to begin.

I said, suddenly defensive for him. "What? You think he's different just because he's being nice to you?" she asked, her voice scornful. "You think he's changed? He hasn't, Arianna. A man who killed his own father is nothing short of a monster! He's just playing you. He has a way of getting into his victims' heads, so that when they die, he goes about living his life without an iota of guilt. He's just using you, Arianna. Using you to break a stupid curse he inflicted on himself, but you can’t even see it!” “Claire!” I snapped, jolting up to my feet. “You won’t stand there and talk to your Alpha that way!” I said coldly.

The words hit me like a wire of urgency, and I could only nod in agreement. She pulled me towards the house, the eerie gazes that lay on me slowly reducing as we stepped into the darkness. As we got close to the entrance, I found the guts to speak, to spill the words that clouded my mind in a strained, ragged whisper. “The Alpha’s curse is a lie; it was an Omega murder, and I think I am next.” I felt her grip tighten as her professional demeanor momentarily cracked under the weight of my confession. She didn’t stop moving, keeping up the pace with a hardened expression.

Rhea’s POV “Never, that’s impossible!” Alpha Malric turned his back to me as if even looking at me had become a violation. His shoulders were rigid with strain, his jaw set hard enough to crack stone. The fading glow of the curse marks still burned across his skin, but his control had returned just enough for cruelty to take its place. “You think this is some twisted fantasy you can step into and claim?” he asked, his voice low and cutting. “You walk into my life, kiss me while I am bound and half consumed, and then declare yourself my fated mate.”

“And yet she is not here, is she? The witch has her now. Johan’s mate. Perhaps Johan himself. While you bleed in circles, she is slipping further and further away.” My claws dug into my palms, blood dripping. “Then I will burn the world to find her.” Daston laughed softly. “And when you do, what will you find? A woman who doubts you. A woman who carries a child that might not be yours. Will you still love her then, Alpha? Or will your curse make the choice for you?” I lunged, my claws raking through the air, my curse exploding through my skin. Black veins crawled up my neck, my chest, my arms. My wolf screamed for blood, and Daston’s laughter only fueled the rage.

My mate vanished into a nightmare I could not breach. And I, the Alpha, a husband, and a warrior could only stand on the other side of the fog and wait to see if the woman I loved would walk out alive… or if the curse of Bianca Weller would swallow her whole.