Romans & histoires The Alpha's Curse: The Enemy Within

He detected the rot within his Pack, and I, a mere human consultant, had named it without him saying a word. He slammed a small, heavy pouch onto the table, the weight of the gold rattling my teacup. “Our Alpha is dying,” Torvin hissed, leaning in closer. “He is suffering from a condition that is turning the strongest warriors rogue. The Pack Elder thinks it’s a curse.” A curse locked deep by Wolfsbane, designed by the Alpha himself, I thought, holding back a triumphant smile.

“It’s getting worse. He can’t fight it forever. You know what they say… it’s the curse.” The curse. I pressed harder against the wall, straining to catch every syllable. “The Bloodveil curse,” the guard whispered. “Passed down from his father, from his bloodline. Every Alpha rots from the inside, their wolf devouring them alive. That’s why he doesn’t take a Luna. That’s why he doesn’t.” The other guard cut him off with a growl. “Shut up before I cut your tongue out. Do you want to die here and now?”

“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 had waited so long to have this child and never wished for anything to go wrong. "We will celebrate till dawn!" Alpha said. "Oh please shut up Nathaniel," a feminine voice boomed angrily from the crowd. There was a loud gasp after her words to the Alpha and everyone cleared their way to reveal the imposter. She had blended in so well that no one detected that there was an outlander in their pack. Not only had she spoken so rude to their alpha, she also had the audacity to call him by name. "Rebecca, what are you doing here, you have been banished from our–"

"Waverly, I'm terrified of what's next." Waverly leaned over and instinctively placed a hand on Felicity's knee. "I'm trying everything I can," Waverly stated. "But I can't do anything being locked in here day after day and it seems like everyone is intent on shutting me out." Felicity took another breath and nodded. "That's why I came." Waverly's was intent on the woman beside her while she spoke. "A decade ago, our Alpha was cursed. I don't know too many details, but I remember when it happened, not long after his parents died. At this time, I was only a pack member and not yet staff of the house."

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 knew too well, it was only a matter of time before he kicks me out of his pack because I am now completely useless to him. But I will never let that happen. That stupid Alpha will never be able to get rid of me that easily, until my revenge is complete and I make sure he suffers for the rest of his miserable life. Whatever the case may be, I will make sure the stupid Alpha and his pack never free themselves of the crescent curse that my father placed on him. With everything Killian Reid has done, death itself was too modest for him.

He stared directly at me like the rest of the world no longer existed. Something inside me twisted painfully. His gaze slowly moved across my face, not with fear or disgust… But curiosity. Interest. My stomach tightened. No. No, no, no. He cannot come near me. I immediately stepped back. "Move," I whispered. Instead of moving, he stepped closer. My pulse exploded. "Alpha," one of the warriors behind him warned carefully. "That's the cursed girl." "I know," he answered calmly. His eyes never left mine. Fear crawled up my throat.

"I am their Alpha. My soul is bound to the protect the pack. How can I choose my own heart, how can I choose you and my unborn son, when the price is the slaughter of an entire generation of my people? I had to let them collar me. I had to let Seraphina parade me around like a conquered dog. It was the only way to keep the witches from activating the parasite early." "But Seraphina knows about the baby now," I said, a cold dread settling deep into my stomach. "She won't just let me carry him. She called him a parasite. She’ll use the curse to force you to destroy us yourself." "She won't touch the baby," Caleb growled, his teeth bared in a feral snarl. "I will tear her throat out with my hum

But in this moment, surrounded by my Alphas, I felt whole. I had been sent here as a weapon. I had become something far more powerful. I had become theirs. And they had become mine. The cursed Alphas’ dirty secret had become our greatest strength.