The Alpha's Curse: The Enemy Within Novels & Stories

And then he turned to address his pack, Finally. “Good morn, brothers and sisters, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called such an early meeting. I’ll get right to it. I’m sure by now all of you have heard rumors about my family’s curse in one form or the other,” He took a deep breath, “Well the rumors are true,” He admitted, a chorus of loud gasps running through the crowd at his confession. “Unfortunately, my curse puts you all in danger, and in a bid to protect you, I have no choice but to renounce my role as Alpha and disband the Silver Crest Pack—”

“Sentiment does not change tradition. You would know this if you were to become the next Alpha.” I instantly felt worse. Coda stepped away from me, his face becoming a mask. I couldn't read his feelings from the smoothness of the mask he had pulled on. I yearned to cover the distance between us, but it would only make things worse for him. “Violetta,” Alpha Thorne said, his eyes flashing in sympathy. “The goddess be with you in your new pack. You will be fine, Violetta.” No, I will not be; I wanted to scream at this man who had been more father than Alpha to me. But instead, I nodded, the first tear escaping my eyelids.

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.

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

“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.”

She had chosen safety over my ruin. Then I saw Markus, my Beta. He walked slowly out onto the steps, his shadow falling over me. I tried to look up at him, tried to give him a silent order, the Alpha command that was supposed to bind him to me forever. But my throat was locked. And he didn't even look at me. "He is no longer our Alpha," Markus said, his voice quiet but clear. "He is the curse." The word curse hit me harder than any punch. I was the curse.

A plan that would work for everything I have in mind. Just then, something struck my mind and it got my brain launched out of my skull. 'The curse…. Could she be the….' I staggered backwards using my hand to cover my mouth. 'It mustn't be…. Hell no!' I rejected that thought the very moment. If it is the curse, their love will only strengthen, because they would need each other to survive this world. Even with the way the Alpha is interested in her, I think something is quite wrong. No one has ever said no to the Alpha, her own is something I can't really relate with. The both of them are just something very difficult to dissect.

The moon was already sinking lower, its light paling around the edges. I’d have maybe fifteen minutes before the curse started to pull. Fifteen minutes to keep this under control. If I slipped, the field would be painted red. And the curse would remind them exactly why I ruled through fear, and not love. The irony of it made me smirk. They called me Alpha and protector, god of the pack… and yet, if I stayed one minute too long, I’d turn into the monster they were too scared to even talk about in the dark.

The crowd quieted. "The Council came for us," he began. "A thousand soldiers, Maybe more surrounded our territory. They wanted to destroy everything." People nodded, they knew this part. Of course the aftermath of the war was why we were living in hiding "But one wolf stopped them," Milo continued. "One wolf fought them all." "The Alpha?" someone asked. "Yes," he replied. "But not the way you think." My sharp nails dug into my palms from clenching it too hard. "Our Alpha carries a curse," Milo went on, "The beast curse, It makes him stronger than any normal wolf. But it also makes him... different."

The pack falls apart shortly after. "He targets them," I said quietly. Realization settling in my gut like a stone. "He specifically targets Alpha wolves who've experienced loss. Grief. Trauma." "And he doesn't just kill them. He breaks them." Tormund tapped one of the journals. "Every account mentions the Alphas becoming unstable. Paranoid. Violent. Like something was eating them from the inside." "The curse." "Has to be. Same pattern every time. Julian appears. Offers comfort. Plants the curse. Then sits back and watches them destroy themselves."