The Alpha's Cursed Beauty Novels & Stories

“Tear me apart? You can barely stand. Your body is failing you, Alpha. And every night it grows worse. You know it. She knows it. Everyone who looks too closely will know it.” I staggered forward, rage burning hotter than the curse. “I will not give her to you.” He did not flinch. He only stepped closer, his eyes sharp, his voice quiet. “Not yet. But you will. Because you cannot die like this, not when you have the power to stop it. You are an Alpha, yet you let a curse eat you alive when I can end it with one choice.” My claws cut into my palms, blood dripping onto the stone. “Your choice is her. I will not trade her for my life.”

"Trust me. You don't want to know who I am. You're just a weakling who happens to be one of those unfortunate being who got mated to the Alpha." What was this thing this woman kept mentioning about a curse? I needed to find out, but after putting her in her place. I despised disrespect and mockery. Who the hell was she anyway? My lips slowly curved into a smirk as the mischievous side of me awakened. "What if I decide to stay with him? What are you going to do about it?" She almost bit her lips in rage. "Don't test the waters, young lady. The Alpha is mine, and no weak mate can change that."

"He knew that it was a matter of time before the witches rebel and attack, coming to take you back to the coven. And to prevent this, he called them and met to negotiate the terms to a truce. Little did he know that they plotted to poison him with a curse. The mate bond curse isn't as severe as the one that Alpha Jordan is experiencing. People think that it's because he is an Alpha that's why he gets it worse, but the truth is that it's because the witches betrayed him and had him drink a poison that made him over ten times more feral. And worst of all, the poison made it become impossible for him to mate with you as it would possibly kill you."

“Even if she was real, the last True Alpha was a good leader. I don’t see the problem.” One of the council members straightened in his chair, eyes narrowing. “I don’t think you know the full story of the True Alpha.” Aiden’s gaze snapped to him, irritation sharpening his features. “What full story?” He turned back to his father, who inhaled deeply before speaking. “She’s an abomination.” Alpha Alaric’s voice was grim, thick with old fear. “A curse that needed to be erased. Every drop of her blood is poison. Her claws are the deadliest…one scratch is enough to doom anyone.”

The ground present as the bare irreplaceable fact of wolves existing and being held as completely real by what had always held them. *Being is the ground. Everything else is love.* "Good morning," Lucas said. "Good morning," I said. The morning was the morning. The territory was the territory. The original bond was what it had always been. The Alpha's cursed bride had arrived at the destination the curse had always been obstructing — not a governance achievement, not a formal recognition, not the completion of a framework. Simply this. The hill and the bond and the territory and the life that was genuinely, completely, ordinarily hers.

The violet film in his eyes shattered like a broken window, leaving behind the brilliant, fierce amber of the True Alpha. "The bind..." the Priest whispered, falling to his knees. "It’s gone. The fated bond... It's broken." The hall was silent for a heartbeat. Then, the guests began to murmur, their eyes turning toward Seraphina. "She lied," a warrior from the Silver-Moon growled, stepping forward. "She used a curse to steal our Alpha." "She’s a witch!" a woman cried. "Look at her face!" Seraphina stood in the center of the wreckage, her hair wild, her skin turning an ashen, mottled gray. Without the glamour of the Blood-Bind, her true form was leaking out—a creature of envy and rot.

Inside the courtyard, silence returned, broken only by the soft hiss of rain and the ragged breathing of five Alphas. Alexander climbed the stairs two at a time. He dropped to one knee in front of me, one scorched hand hovering near my face without quite touching. The purple veins were already fading, but the mark still throbbed, restless and half-starved. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice low and rough. I met his red-gold eyes. The horror from earlier was still there, but something harder had settled beneath it. Something that looked a great deal like ownership. Gabriel appeared at his shoulder, frost still flickering weakly along his fingers. “The quarantine is real. Those rods are linked to

“Let’s go back to the main floor. I’ll like a dance with you.” There’s no mistaking who the you in question is, his twinkling green orbs are watching me like a hawk would prey. Brie looks at me, imploring me with her eyes to say yes to the request. I sigh, it’s not like I have a choice anyway. I nod. “Yes, Alpha.” “I believe these belong to you.” He offers us a stack of cash each. “Thank you for betting on me.” Brie keeps shooting me looks as we load into the elevator, the Alpha between us, like she expects me to have an explanation beyond the obvious knowing he wants me but not why.

Yet how could I manage that, when Moon was with Jason, Beta was somewhere else in this mansion, and King had his own secret? Then King’s snooty smile was back, as he clutched my arm and hauled me over to the bed, pushing me onto it. “Let me show you just how much of an adorably perfect Alpha I can be.” When he slid to his knees in front of me with a smirk in all his naked hotness, I gasped. Yet he merely slipped off my boots and then my socks, before resting my feet on his lap. “A Cursed Alpha is an abomination because it threatens everything that werewolves believe, even though the truth is that a percentage of males are born

“Just a week you say?“ the Alpha raged. The room fell silent as the Alpha buried his teeth into Damien's neck. In a few seconds, his body dropped dead into the pool of his blood—decapitated. Everyone feared the Alpha for this reason—his unpredictable reaction. “Yes, you are next, Greg. What do you have to say? Where have you been? What made you so busy to neglect the single task I entrusted into your hands?“ Greg stood trembling uncontrollably as he stared in awe at the body streaming fresh blood around the palace. “You're waisting my time, Greg?“ the Alpha warned silently but his scar proposed nothing close to a calm aura as his scar burned brighter. “Pardon me, Alpha. I made a grievous mis