The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Novels & Stories

“Come take it.” The witch’s sister smiles, her teeth black. “Bold, but you’re already dead, little wolf. The double curse means you die when the babe draws first breath, or you kill the babe before that. Choose.” The Summit erupts, Alphas shouting and bets being called like this is entertainment. Draven roars, the sound breaks the altar in half, stone shards fly and one cuts my cheek. “Enough,” he says, turning to me with eyes that are black now, no gold left. “Wren.”

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.

Power stabilized, flowing freely without hunger. But the field wasn't silent. A guttural snarl rose from Draven's corpse. His body twitched, violet light reigniting in dead eyes. Rogue magic, unbound by death. He rose on shattered limbs, fur matted black, ribs exposed but knitting with dark threads. The true rogue alpha, spirit fueled by ancient curse, refused the grave. Pack gasped. Thorne shifted fully, hackles raised. "Draven lives?"

“That kiss earlier… we should finish what we started sometime when rogues aren’t trying to kill us.” A low, hungry sound rumbled in his chest. He rose slowly, pulling me up with him until our bodies were flush. “Careful what you wish for, Inara. Once I start, I’m not sure the curse will let me stop.” Our lips were inches apart again, the heat building fast when a knock interrupted. The beta from earlier. “Alpha, the prisoner is talking. Says Liora didn’t just elope—she made a deal with rogue factions. Something about breaking your curse in exchange for power. And she might be coming back for her sister.”

"Daughter of the late Alpha of the Moonveil Pack." My knuckles rested. Moonveil. Of course. I’d known there was more to her than just some wayward woman with an attitude. I raised an eyebrow, "Go on." "She's been on the run. An escaped heir that the current Alpha - her uncle - wants dead." Draven paused "There are... rumors, Alpha. Rumors that state that she's cursed." "Cursed?" I scoffed but motioned for him to continue. "It's said that any man who... becomes intimate with her bleeds to death.”

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Tonight it just feels like a countdown to humiliation. The Moon Priestess climbs the stone steps at the center of the courtyard, staff in hand, silver robes catching the moonlight. The chatter dies to a hush. Then a new sound ripples through the crowd — not laughter this time. Something closer to a held breath. "He's here." I don't need to ask who. Alpha Draven walks in like the ground owes him something. Broad-shouldered, dark-haired, eyes the color of a storm that hasn't decided whether to break yet.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll fix this,” I promised softly. “Before fate tries to take you from me.” I didn’t know how. I didn’t know who I’d have to fight, maybe Vivian, the council, destiny itself. I didn’t know how long I had before the curse snapped its teeth around both of us. But I knew one thing with absolute certainty: Drake Tanner, Alpha of Lanemoon pack, was not dying on my watch. Not by rogue wolves. Not by witches.

"Belle is healthy and passionate. She gives me the satisfaction an Alpha needs. And you… You can't even last ten more minutes in bed without passing out from the pain. But I swear, the Luna position will always be yours." Drevan flicked ash from his cigarette, all the while acting like he was doing me a favor. "As long as you behave yourself, don't make a scene, and don't embarrass the pack by spreading this around, I'll still mark you. After all, you're the Luna my father chose for me." Everything made sense at that moment. I should have walked away right then, but when I looked at the calendar, I realized the full moon was only three days away. After living with this curse for 20 years, I

Instead, Alpha Draven’s huge wolf grabbed the attacking wolf breaking his neck in a single movement. I got to my feet, and looking around, I saw Valerie. She was covered in blood from the other wolves. I nodded at her before running towards another wolf. When They had stopped coming out, we jumped down into the hatch. Tunnels spread out in all directions. I tried to hide my worry. I watched as Alpha Draven sniffed the air. “Aura is this way; I can smell her scent.” Without another word, he took off down a tunnel.