Situationship With The Cursed Alpha 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.

Whereas a few truly believed that they were at the mercy of the moon goddess because the alpha had practically abandoned them. Hearing these kinds of rumours and false statements the alpha was desperate to find the counter of his curse. And now that he had potentially found a cure he was eager to test the theory and the accuracy of his hunch. And in order to do that he needed some time alone with the woman who appeared to be his mate and the counter of his curse. "You can leave, Curtis."

“What happened?” He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His eyes, those deep pools reflecting a storm of emotions, meet mine. “It’s been tough. Some of the Alphas didn’t take too kindly to us telling them their packs were cursed. Others were completely obliterated already; heir Alphas, Lunas and Betas were taken out. But it’s over now, Camellia. The curse, that fucking witch’s influence, we’ve ended it.” I nod, understanding the weight of his words. The curse, the battles, the pain—it’s more than just physical wounds. It’s a tearing at the very fabric of their world, their lives.