The Alpha's Curse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Gunner said. “Studying the curse on the Alpha, I discovered it was a strong and powerful one, I had to be careful and I am supposed to have other options in case an option was to go wrong.” Rune said and continued “And so when it went wrong and I discovered that the Alpha had just killed his mate, I knew that was the curse preventing the breaking of the curse, and I was grateful that I trapped a larger degree of her spirit.” …. Flashes* “Those bastards.” Rune cursed as she set the lifeless body of the human on a large table.

Haynes inquires without breaking eye contact with the Alpha. “I’m never too certain, which is why I always need to give my toys a push. If Ziason is really cursed, we have to find out what kind of curse he has. Whichever curse it is, it adds to the thrill of everything, as a makes an Alpha think no more than a hungry, feral, bush animal. He can lose insights, as well as his Alpha instincts.” Alpha Frail tosses the half used cigarette out through the window. “We’ll prepare for war,” he notes confidently. “Moon’s Wrath is weak as long as its Alpha is cursed.” “Are we bringing our witch allies… because of the girl? Her powers are quite scary, you know.”

"It seems to me that the Alpha is under a curse wound.” " What is that?” " It is when a practicer of dark magic goes beyond the normal arta and begins to kill wolves and use their essence to grow stronger, they become cursed wolves and when a cursed wolf injures you, you are cursed too. That the Alpha is still alive amazed me. Did he perhaps collect essence from another wolf?” We had gotten to her hut now, she let us in and we sat down to continue the conversation... “No, No wolf gave him essence. I said with conviction.

I said. “About that too… you see, the thing is, the curse wasn’t just placed on that Alpha. It was placed on Alpha. It means all Alpha that’ll come from Gauss. It’s a continuous process. The Alpha after Gauss, and the next and the next, until eternity.” She said. “Wait wait, so let me get this straight. So you are saying Ian is under a… curse too?” I asked. “The Alpha loves you, clearly. Don’t you love him?” she asked looking at me in the eyes.

This light was blue-black, like midnight devouring starlight. Her eyes burned as they snapped open—glowing the same cursed hue. And then she felt it. The wolf. Not tame. Not loyal. Not pack. A beast born of shadow and frost. One that had slumbered her entire life, waiting. Watching. Bound by something deeper than blood. Lyra collapsed, her breathing erratic. Her shift hadn’t happened—not fully. Her bones hadn’t snapped, but her soul had split. The Alpha stepped forward. “She’s corrupted,” he spat, his voice trembling, though he tried to hide it. “That’s not a wolf. That’s a curse.”

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.

I’m anticipating the moon reaching the centre of the sky, even though I’m aware of what unleashes the curse. “What’s more dangerous, the curse, or him?” She laughs softly to herself, although there’s an edge to it. “Depends how spiteful he is toward the Alpha and the Pack who spelled him in the ground in the first place.” Thumbing through the pages, she doesn’t look up at me. “The Pack we are part of, by the way,” she adds. “I’d be pissed.” The merciful thing would have been to kill him, although Hazel suggests it’s almost impossible. Plus, Alpha’s are spiteful, arrogant creatures.

“I beg the Sixteen Elders: torture her until she reveals who she works for, which pack she belongs to, and what powers she carries.” A harsh silence fell. Reinhardt’s eyes opened at that moment… but he still didn’t speak. “Who is she?” one of the elders asked. Bertolt stepped forward, his tone dark and serious. “As all full-blood Schmidts know, there is a curse carried by every Alpha since the time of Alpha Julian. Reinhardt here is the third Alpha to bear this mark.” “Yes. True,” Old Lady Gertrude added. “The mark born from our war with the Magnolia Pack.”

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.