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The Alpha King himself stepped into the sanctuary, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can defeat me with this pathetic ritual?" he snarled, advancing toward them. Isabella stood her ground, the relic now pulsing with a steady, calm light. "Your reign ends here," she declared, her voice unwavering. "The curse is broken." The Alpha King lunged at them, but as he did, his movements slowed, his strength ebbing away. He stumbled, confusion and rage contorting his features. Daniel, now weakened but alive, managed to stand. "It worked," he whispered, a faint smile on his lips.

A shudder rolled through his massive shoulders. “I don’t care what this curse is,” I said, stepping closer, so close now that I could feel the humid heat rolling off his body, sticky with sweat, blood, and ancient, malevolent magic. “You are mine, Kaiden Valen, Alpha King of Aethoria, you belong to me.” Another flash of emerald, this one stronger, brighter. His massive chest heaved. “Come back to me,” I whispered, desperate, raw. “Please.” The creature’s lips trembled, twisted between a snarl and something like pain.

The mind torture my mother ensued had left Alpha King too weak, and the bone whistle was the final piece to bring him to his end. Just before the Alpha King died, he uttered his last words: a curse. “My blood will flow into the mountains and rivers, and every piece of land it touches will become a living hell.”

Immediately, the energy in the room changed as he began to read the words. “The Pure Alpha’s Curse is bound by blood. When the firstborn of the First Alpha line binds his fate to the Keeper, he shall bear the burden of the curse. The curse can only be broken when the bond between them is fully realized, but the cost will be beyond imagining. The keeper will have to sacrifice everything for the curse to be broken or else it will consume the Pure Alpha's bloodline, marking the end of the line and the fall of the kingdom.” His hands began to shake. “How come the Moon Goddess never revealed this?” he asked, speaking to himself.

At his feet, half-buried in the snow and dried leaves, lay what remained of Alpha Kael his elder brother. The body was frozen in a twisted arch, back snapped unnaturally. His eyes were still open, staring at nothing, and carved into his chest were the same ancient sigils they'd seen on Garret-the same signs of resurrection gone wrong. Seraphina knelt beside the corpse, the air thick with decay and blackened magic. She pressed her fingers to one of the sigils, feeling it pulse faintly beneath her skin. "It's the same curse," she murmured. "The same dark resurrection. But this one... it's more recent. Fresh."

“With her final breath, she uttered a curse—one that would plague him and his descendants for eternity. And till this day, his descendants suffer from her dreadful curse.” I couldn’t decide if I was more intrigued or terrified by the story Draven had just told me. The room seemed heavier, his words lingering in the air like a dark shadow. I tried to process it all—the desperation, the betrayal, the curse. It didn’t feel real, but the way he spoke, with that calm yet menacing certainty, sent chills down my spine. Draven tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes watching me like a hawk. “Well, little bird?” he asked, his voice silky smooth. “Who do you think the Alpha in the story is?”

They were in the modern world, a modern era and even though she was a wolf, the luna to her husband who was the Alpha of his clan, she never believed in all these. They tried to live a normal human life, a normal life as if they were normal but now, reality was staring straight at them. "We don't understand your prophecy." The father of the boy replied. "He will fall in love with her, but she will hate him. She would be the lowlest of beings but he would crave her touch. She is his antidote, cure, that he can never have. He will be a blasphemy to his generation, she would be the one to redeem him. He is the cursed one. What don't you understand here?"

"I'll prepare a neutralizing liquid—a mixture of alum ash, black salt, and plant extracts that repel magic, like nightroot. But it'll take a few minutes. If Alpha King's condition worsens, we won't have enough time." Instantly, I felt helpless. Tavien's strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, instantly conveying resolve. "Luna," he whispered, "we'll do everything we can. But we need information. If the curse's source is nearby, we need to know who last came into contact with it or any other possibilities besides him." I walked closer without realizing it, urging myself to see the patterns on the Alpha King's skin more clearly. The wounds looked as though they had been carved with black fire

I felt tethered, bound, challenged and more alive than I had ever been. Lyra nudged me from within, a whisper of fire in my mind. “This is only the beginning, little one. Our journey has just started. The Alpha’s curse is real, but it can be ours to master.” I inhaled sharply, feeling the weight and the fire of the bond. Benjamin Black was mine whether he wanted it or not. And I would make sure the bond forged in fire, desire, and defiance could never be broken.

I watched her leave with that curse she had adored. Eryx shadows clinging to her like death reborn. My wolf thrashed in me, a feeling I had to restrain. I wanted to drag her back, to lock her where she would be safe. I wanted to bury his throat, to stamp on the Vernon he was touched with. But an Alpha didn’t act on impulse An Alpha doesn’t grieve and let his emotions capture the serenity. No, an Alpha restrains and thinks.