The Alpha's Cursed Beauty Novels & Stories

Yet they couldn't died that easy, they were alive until their body was being eaten by something they don't understand. The Alpha was watching through the happening and even he was shaken to that curse. It wasn't supposed a curse, yet it was turned to be one. On what reason, the Alpha only feel as if a storm was pouring through and through. He looked at the bottle that he was poured about the half of it, and shuddered to said, “What was this thing? How could a Witch...has this unimaginable curse?” Even the Alpha was trying to gamble earlier, on what was the mere use of the smoke when directly used for attack. And it was a shocking revelation!

This is just another example of the curse of beauty, more proof of how drawing attention to oneself can bring only pain. “Finally tonight, we have a very special treat for you.” The Madam announces. “The stunning Viviane, so fierce she attempted to lead an escape here just last night, and so lovely she’s already captured the heart of an Alpha, who claimed her as his mate. No virgin to be sure, but a mermaid well accustomed to serving the needs of even the most dominant wolves.”

Still, I was content with being a luna. What they were asking of me was to become my people, not Hendrix's, my people, my subordinates. Even if I am to become Luna of Lúa Infinita, I will still be treated as an alpha to them and Hendrix would be viewed as their luna. Not that they would treat him like one but he will be respected second to me. I haven't fully mastered the position of a luna yet they wanted me to carry the responsibility of an alpha. And what about my identity as a blood wolf? I was cursed. Why would they want a cursed alpha as their leader? I slowly pried Drix's hand from my mouth and looked at them sadly. "Please, stand up,"

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

“If you kiss so badly, I don’t think you can meet my demands of my pleasure.” With the way her heart was thudding against her breast, it was almost impossible for Quinn to understand what he was saying—but she did, through the fog of her clouded brain. He must think she was some kind of whore—at least it was a relief that the Alpha didn’t know her as the healer he was looking for, and that would give her time to plan her escape before the Alpha finds out. The Alpha traced a finger around her delicate jawline. Hooking it under her chin, he turned her face up to his, so that there was no more hiding from his arresting gaze.

“KILL HIM. KILL EVERYONE. THEY’RE ALL WORTHLESS!” I pushed harder, fury boiling to its peak. “No…” the Alpha stammered, stepping back in dread as I charged toward him. “Don’t come any closer. Don’t—DON’T!” He screamed and turned to run, but the moment he did, his curse rose from the ground, a towering demonic figure with glowing eyes and jagged teeth. It grinned at the Alpha, relishing his fear, before leaning down and swallowing him whole. Then it vanished into the mist. “FUCK!” My curse shrieked, enraged that the Alpha had been killed by his own curse instead of me.

I shooed her away and got back to my work but she still wouldn't budge. "And I still have a lot of things to say!" "Like what?" I crossed my hands and faced her. I have no choice but to listen to all her stories or else she will keep pestering me even in my sleep. Been there, done that. "The Alpha is coming to the banquet. Everyone thinks he's going this year because of his mate," she exclaimed, always so energetic because of the news she heard. Is it a good news, though? "And?" "Well, I heard the Alpha is handsome as hell. If he really is that handsome, then I won't mind being cursed!" She shrieked while I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Her and her obsession with handsome men.

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.”

“My father sold me off to a slave merchant in order to pay his debt. He doesn't care what happens to me. I don't want to go back.” Another silence ensued between us. “In that case," Alpha Leonidas continued. "I'll tell you what my curse is.” My ears were opened. He was finally going to reveal what his curse was. Leonidas began. “My curse is the curse of death. After three years, my mate dies.” I stiffened in raw shock. “That's right,” Alpha Leonidas said, his eyes heavy. “It's my curse. The mate bond between my mate and I, is like a thread of death. By the third year, it snaps in twos, and my mate winds up dead.”