The Alpha Kings Curse Novels & Stories

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.

But the moment of triumph didn’t last long. “I hate to be the bearer of ill news,” Elder Roth said suddenly, setting his goblet down with a grave look. His white beard quivered slightly as he leaned over the map. “But there remain three southern packs yet untouched. And those…” he paused, casting a glance around the room, “those are cursed.” Silence fell like a guillotine. “Cursed?” I repeated, my voice low. Dangerous. “Their Alpha Kings are bound by blood pacts, ancient black magic. Even if you go in with all your armies, Damien, the magic will devour your wolves before they reach the gates.”

“But then what? Once we’ve cured father of the poison, there is still the matter of the curse seeping through his heart.” I thought of the Luna of the Southern Pack in the story, how the Alpha King told him that she only had two days to live, that once the curse reached her heart, it would be too late. But then- “Blood.” I stated quickly, taking the book and flicking back to the page, “The blood of the Four Major Packs and the Alpha King were mixed to create the cure.” Alyssa’s face lit up as she looked at Nolan and me, “We have that, right?”

Still, an unease lingered at the back of my mind, and I could feel myself getting restless. I had already visited all the larger packs, but had yet to find what I was looking for. My fated mate. Of course I kept that little part to myself, but I had been hunting for my fated mate for the last three years, ever since my father had suddenly and suspiciously passed away. The death of my father made me the Alpha King, being the eldest of three heirs, but true tradition dictated that if a younger heir was able to produce a continuation of the bloodline before the current heir then they could challenge for the throne and title. My brother Darius was trying to exercise such a clause as we spoke. I

Even the faint hope of my father’s protection. And yet… beneath the despair, the sparks still burned. The pull I couldn’t deny. The terrifying truth that bound me to the man who had just claimed me like a possession. The Alpha King. Killian. Mine. Or maybe—I was his.

His voice was low and cold enough to freeze time itself. “You think you could ambush me, Allen? Is that how Stormvale plays its game?” Allen opened his mouth, probably to explain or beg or try something. But the Alpha King waved a hand. “I don’t need an explanation.” His voice cut sharper than any blade. “Kill him. And the rest too.” No hesitation. Just death sentences. That was when I stopped breathing. My legs gave out beneath me, but the warrior holding me didn’t let go. I watched Allen struggle as they dragged him away, and then chaos erupted. Cries. Begging. I couldn’t process any of it.

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

Children peeked out from behind their mothers, their small faces dirty but bright with wonder. For a heartbeat, Alaric stood still among them, the hero they thought he was. But the warmth pressing toward him made his curse twitch beneath his skin. It came alive, a dark pulse under his veins hungry, eager. He stepped back sharply. “Stay back.” His Beta, Edric Thorne, raised his hand at once. “No one touches the Alpha!” as he struggled to push them back stopping them from touching the Alpha, he knew what could happen and how quickly victory could turn to sorrow.

"After that, they stopped trying it with women anyone would miss. Women from small packs, mostly. The forgotten sort. Unpleasant, difficult, the kind nobody misses and nobody comes looking for when they disappear. It's easier that way, for them. Quieter." My stomach turned over at the casual way she said it, like she'd explained this a hundred times in her own head before she ever said it out loud to me. "But none of it has ever worked," she went on. "Every single one of them went wrong, Effie. Every time. There are whispers belowstairs that the Alpha kings were cursed just before their mate died, and that's why no woman carrying their child has ever lived to hold it." A curse. It sounded li

All I wanted to do was go home and never remember this. “Laurence, you will become Alpha, but to achieve that you need to break the curse I bestowed upon you as a baby. I won’t tell you anymore, you need to figure it out yourself or ask your father. With that, Scarlett wandered over to me untied me and said “We will see each other again soon”. “If you don’t find your Luna by your 18th Birthday which was in 4 months, then you will be forever cursed”.