Alpha's Cursed Bride
Ever cried till you no longer had tears to shed? Bled till there was no more blood to bleed? Endured till it became a part of you?
At that point, pain no longer seems like pain, but reality. No one knows how deep it cuts, how bad it hurts.
But you endure it anyways.
You don’t cry, you stay strong like a warrior that’ll never give up nor win.
Talia Malakai, the Alpha’s daughter by name alone, lived like a shadow in her own home. In a pack where her blood should have earned her respect, she was treated as nothing more than a servant, scorned, unseen, a burden, bad luck, a curse. She learned to bow her head and swallow her voice, to endure the weight of each day like shackles she could never break. Her life was not hers, and she told herself it never would be.
But even a broken girl could still be discarded. And when her father—the Alpha, the man who should have protected her—decided to sell her off like unwanted property, he called it relief. A relief from bad luck, he said, a release from the shame of having her as his blood.
What awaits a girl who has already lost everything? Could being sold offer the faintest chance at freedom? Or was this only another hell waiting to swallow her whole?