The Alpha's Curvy Cinderella Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She had her mother’s eyes, but they were sharp and observant. She looked at me with a cold, academic curiosity. "The Alpha," she said, the word sounding strange and foreign in this quiet neighborhood. "The one from the stories." "I'm not an Alpha anymore, Cindy," I said, looking up at her. "I haven't been for a long time." "Then what are you?" she asked. I didn't have an answer for that. A side door opened, and a younger boy stepped out. Caleb. He was smaller than his brother but with a presence that made the air around him feel slightly heavier, and more grounded.

“ well now we know it's more than just a cringey Crush.’’ the man answered while shaking his head. “ how have they managed keeping this a secret for so long? and how could the girl agree to such a thing. at one point I'm pretty sure she wanted what seemed like a wonderful destiny.’’ “ according to how I know alondra, the stupid little b**** has no idea. all she thinks this is is a crash on the Alpha. she's in love with Western and he loves her too.’’ my heart skips a beat and I avoid Seraphina’s eyes. I had avoided that reality long enough. that I was in love with the Alpha and I'd never stop being in love with him. but my life had become a roller coaster and I still couldn't figure out what

Or was he trying to kill me too because of what the pack council had just told him? “ Ple…..ase let me go Alpha Derrick.” I kept on tapping his hand that gripped my neck as I struggled with my breath. I cannot die now… No not yet …..Not when my father hasn't seen me yet. “ Clement made sure he let his daughter get mated with another Alpha behind my back to make me look like a fool, to make this curse claim my entire body, only to inform me about her death. He meant that Aria is dead?” He looked totally lost, his eyes grazed directly at mine but they weren’t blinking…. He didn’t even blink his eyes for a second. He was lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realise his hand still gripped my neck

No, an Alpha restrains and thinks. Build the blocks step by step and plan. I am that Alpha, I wasn’t like that before, and only acted at the east journey, taking the route of the already made, but not anymore… I was determined to behave like an Alpha, a leader and that would be done strategically. I went back inside, and just like I had imagined, words had spread round the pack. They had known of the accursed, of the child should never be. I turned to the pack, their eyes restless,lips drawn back over teeth. They were restless and hungry for condemnation.

The Alphas didn't hesitate and started walking toward the table, but I grabbed Alpha Hillary just as he took a step forward. "What are you doing?" I whispered to him with urgency in my voice. "What are you talking about?" "I told you we couldn't stay here for long. The more we do, the more time he has to plan something. Tell him why we are here and let's leave." There was command in my voice, one that told him clearly that I didn't come here to sit around and share a meal. As Hillary walked up to the table, he cleared his throat. "Alpha Aiden, like I told you on my way here, Celine now belongs with me. But I know that you have debts to collect. Which is why I am kind enough to bring her here

"I wondered if the stories were exaggerated." Nyra looked at him. "What stories?" she said. Fenrich blinked. He had not expected to be addressed. "That the Fenwick Alpha had taken a human bride out of desperation rather than choice," he said, which was a more direct version of what he had meant to imply. "I see," she said. She held his gaze with the flat attention she used when she was not performing anything. "The Alpha's choice is his own to explain. I am simply curious which version of the story interested you most, the desperation, or the human."

The scent of sex and sweat clung to both of them like a taunt. Mira immediately bowed and scurried out, leaving me alone with the two people who had just destroyed me. “Why?” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “Zara… how could you?” She scoffed, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder. There wasn’t a trace of guilt in her eyes only cold indifference. “Don’t be dramatic, Cressida. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you married Alpha Kael. Stop acting surprised.” Kael stepped closer, his powerful frame towering over me. His gaze was flat, almost bored.

“I do not like when someone is not fully focused. Do not test my patience, Astrid. You have been doing so quite a lot lately. Do not mistake my mercy for weakness.” I bowed my head immediately. “I’m sorry, Alpha.” He said nothing more and continued walking. I followed silently, clutching the bundle of plants tightly to my chest like a lifeline. The castle was enormous — big enough to house a thousand people, though far fewer actually lived inside its walls. As we passed through the gates, I felt eyes on me. Servants, warriors, even some of the higher ranks stared openly. Whispers followed us like shadows. *What is she doing with the Alpha? Where did they go?*

Author’s pov Esma lay in bed that night, reviewing the next day’s plan. She wished her head felt better. The talisman had taken a toll on her health. The witches and their magic didn’t suit the werewolves. She had already taken the aspirin, but the throbbing was worse. She was perspiring, and the room seemed unbearably hot. Her heart felt heavy. Sleep have somehow left her eyelids. She turned sidewards to look at the reason of her sleepless nights. The most tyrant, ruthless, merciless, a self-proclaimed wolf prince who thought he had no heart. The cursed Alpha. Her mate. As if in cue, the man snored lightly.

I pocket my phone, fold my arms over my chest and give Chloe and her minions the most impassive stare I could. "What do you want?" I ask her. "I just wanted to know if the rumours are true?" Her tone was sickly sweet. That's how I knew something was up. "What rumours?" "The rumour that you and your family have the Alpha under some kind of love spell." She snorted. "First, he's claiming Maya at the ball, and then he's being all lovey-dovey with you in the parking lot. What low-life witch did you get to create the potion for you?"