The Cursed Alpha’s Human Mate Novels & Stories

He had no choice but to leave him, there is no cure for black spells that's why they need to kill themselves before the curse makes them a zombie that will serve the Black Spellcaster. And besides, one of an alpha's traits is they shouldn't let their emotions take over their mind. He runs as fast as he can, there are so many black spell casters that are trying to attack him but, he hasn't so much time for them until a fire arrow shoots all the bats that makes them drop on the floor. It's Lovett Lyulph, one of the representatives in Lobstrosfox. “Greetings, my dearest alpha,” She mumbled before jumping from the top of the mountain, her human form is one of the things she should be proud of be

His touch was like a calmative drug. "Everett didn't fail to fill us in when we returned last night. I'd love to see it myself and study the possibility, but that is for the future. I don't know how you did that or if it's even possible for blood wolves to do that, but that is not the power the curse gives. Two, Jerry get your hands off your alpha's freshly marked mate. You'll get your head yanked off," she said calmly. Jerry chuckled but didn't let me go. Kira raised a brow at him.

He was saved by a member of the very pack that sought to destroy his kingdom. As the battle raged on, the current alpha of the Sun Pack, a wise and powerful wolf, observed the unfolding tragedy. Seeing the devastation and recognizing Bridget’s determination to prevent the war, he raised his head and howled a solemn curse upon Cyrus and his pack. “As long as there is no love in your hearts, there shall always be sickness upon your land.” Cyrus, however, only laughed arrogantly at the curse, dismissing it as superstition. With a wave of his paw, he led a devastating counterattack, striking down the members of the Sun Pack with brutal force.

A Mating Mark. The moment I looked at the mark, the air exploded. A sound ripped through the ritual hall that wasn't human, wasn't wolf, but something so terrifying that rattled the very foundations of the palace. It was a low, feral growl that started in the Cursed Alpha's chest and vibrated outward, a sound of profound rage and undeniable possession. His silver eyes were no longer cold. They were burning, focused entirely on the pulsing mark on my wrist. The scar tissue around his mouth seemed to pull tighter as his lips barely parted.

“We noticed a pattern, Alpha. Every Alpha-king in your lineage has faced it upon reaching their twenty-eighth year.” His voice was muffled, as if I were underwater. “My father…” “Died from it, yes. As did his father before him, as did his father before that.” Morteus's weathered hands shook lightly. “During the seventh blood moon, the curse reaches its peak. The Alpha king loses his mind completely and..” “Dies,” I finished, my voice dull and empty. “Yes, your Majesty. You just have a year of sanity left.”

The key to undoing a curse that has stood for decades. "What happens if the cursed alpha happens to lose their mate?" I asked Dr Celia. A darkness passed over her eyes. It lingered before it faded away. "They die." She said. "Their mate is like an anchor holding them to the last shred of their humanity. If they lose her, it means death. A slow and agonizing death." My heart tanked. The twins could die if they lose their mate — me. A huge wave of shame and guilt washed over me. I had been so damn selfish. Only thinking about myself. Pushing them away.

The truth is she can’t change what’s meant to happen. In one of the journal entries, she detailed her family’s curse. The bloody curse happened hundreds of years ago when one of her ancestors, Alpha dominated this whole world. He killed thousands and thousands of people. That’s when the deities cursed him. If he wants to save himself and his legacy, he has to kill the one person he can’t live without, his mate. With no other option, he killed his mate to save everything he acquired. He died of heartbreak afterwards but that curse continued for generations and till now.

“You’re making the mating bond sound like it’s a curse.” From Mira’s perspective, the mating bond was more than just a gift. It was a curse to her because right now all she could think of was the Alpha while her monster was raging with bloodlust. That bloodlust turned the mating bond into a curse. As long as the bloodlust still reigned in her, the mating bond would always be a curse. “You will not kill the Alpha,” the woman said before she stood up. “Trust me on this one.” “Don’t push your luck.”

He bowed and what little fragment of my mind that remained intact shattered. This was not a joke – not a dream. I was standing before the cursed alpha and his beta. His beta just called himself my beta. My wolf was not delusional. This was happening. It was real. I was the cursed alpha’s mate. “Come, we are leaving,” the cursed alpha grabbed my hand and I almost wrenched it back. “S – Sir, where are we going?” I asked. The corners of his lips pulled up in a ghost of a smile – a smile that made me swallow.

My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned into him, my hands wrapping around his shoulders as I kissed him, as I felt it, his heart racing wildly against my chest, his breath hitching in shock, in confusion, in something deeper. Then, almost instinctively, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, as if afraid I would disappear if he let go. *** Drevana POV The curse was already taking hold. The three ruthless Alphas cursed by the Moon Goddess would have their wolves tear them apart from within. They would lose their sanity, destroy everything in their path, and in the end, themselves, they would die if they did not find their mate before their twenty-sixth birthday. That was the curse t