The Alpha Kings Curse Novels & Stories

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

“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.”

I vaguely remembered my parents talking about the Alpha King being cursed, and that there was a vicious rumor circling around as to why he still remained unmated at such an age. Even today at the party, when I was still reeling from my husband’s betrayal and drowning my sorrows at the bar, I had heard the hushed conversations, and the whispers from the crowd. "Poor king, cursed by the gods." "He'll never find love." "His line will end with him." Now, it all started to make some twisted kind of sense. The Alpha King's isolation, his reluctance to take a mate despite his age… But what kind of curse? And who would want to curse the Alpha king? Had he been searching for a solution all along?

Naro said, his voice trembling. Kael sat heavily in the chair, staring at the wound on his arm. His blood oozed black. Pure black—an abomination. But he was an alpha beast anyway. Slowly, the old man strode toward him, though carefully. When he saw Kael was back to normal again, he added, “The curse is awakening, and it’s getting stronger every single day. This is the only way, Alpha.” Kael shot up from the chair at once, ignoring his bleeding arm. He glared at Naro. “I’m not mating anyone, and that’s final. I’ll discard her when I’m done with her. I don’t need a mate to get rid of this damn curse.”

The scent of ash and frost clung to Lyra’s skin as she drifted between waking and oblivion. She was vaguely aware of movement—arms around her, powerful and warm, carrying her like something precious. She didn’t understand. The last thing she remembered was the way the earth had split beneath her soul, the way her skin had burned with a light that wasn’t silver, and the man whose eyes had pierced through everything. Alpha Kaelen. They said he was cursed. That he’d been exiled from his pack and had disappeared into the wastelands, haunted by the ghosts of wolves he’d slaughtered.

He murmured, his brows knitting together in concern. I quickly shook my head, not wanting him to dig too deep. “His Majesty and I had a heated argument at the office today and…” I paused, swallowing the memory. “I cursed him.” Royce pulled back slightly, stunned. He looked me over with disbelief. “The Alpha King is blessed by the Moon Goddess. No curse can touch him unless it’s one tied to his destiny from birth. Why would you curse His Majesty? What were you two even arguing about?” I sighed and looked away.

Eric’s expression did not change, but his grip on his horse's reins tightened a bit. "You don't understand the world outside your little kingdom, Genevieve," he said, "Alpha Vergil is not a man you can reason with. His curse demands a price, and tonight is the full moon, nothing changes that, not even a bond." "So you are a coward," I said, my voice dripping with pure disgust. "The great Beta Eric. Just a dog who does his master's dirty work, even if it means delivering his own mate to the slaughterhouse." The girls inside the carriage gasped, staring at me in absolute horror.

"There's always a way." He was quiet for a long moment. Then: "The lost Ancient Sacred Land." "What?" "The wolf-kind's original home. Where the curse was born. Where it can be undone." His eyes met mine, grey and steady despite everything. "The old texts say the first Alpha King bound the curse there, centuries ago. Used his own blood to seal it. If we can find it, we can unbind it." Hope flickered in my chest, small and fragile, but real. "Then we go. Now. Tonight. I'll pack—"

“Some are earned. Some… are discovered. Do you want to know about the curse? About the anomaly in your veins? Then you will need to survive tonight—survive this conversation and understand the cost of the truths you seek.” I clenched my fists inside the cloak, the folded note burning against my ribs. “I can survive.” Kade’s grin returned, sharper now, dangerous. “Good. Then let’s start.” He leaned slightly, voice dropping to a low rumble that caressed the edge of fear and something darker. “Your Alpha’s curse… it’s more than punishment. It’s a chain, a thread that ties him to her will. But the moment you touched him… that thread frayed. You weren’t meant to be there. And yet you were. That i

He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title. Now he is just Alistair Vane, the king of Lycanor Kingdom, an abomination of his pack. Even so, compared to the other wolves, every emotion heightens within him on full moon, including the need but no matter how much sex he had with Maeve, he cannot be satiated because she is not his mate. He gave a look at the sleeping woman beside him and sat up, feeling the restlessness grow inside him and got down the bed, walking towards the window.