The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Mga Nobela at Kwento

MOONCLAW PACK ALPHA LUKE “What should we do now?” Lucian asked quietly, his voice barely audible over Janet’s labored breathing. We stood still, watching helplessly as the dark veins spread further across her skin—the curse feeding on the energy that pulsed between the awakening of the two fated souls. I clenched my fists. Damn this curse. I’ve hated it since the day I learned of it—how it takes, how it waits in silence, then strikes when hearts begin to align.

And even then, few would dare open the locked wing with silver runes and druid blood inscribed on it. We walked past rows of scroll-tied shelves, old laws, and curses. I skirted them all, approaching the alcove in the back where the air was cold and the silence, denser. There it was. A black scroll case, bearing two crossed crescent moons and an open bleeding fang. I recognized the mark. So did every Alpha. The Twofold Moon's Curser. Lark groped for it, his fingers shaking. "Should we?" I said nothing. I grasped the scroll, snapped the silver seal, and unrolled it on the granite slab.

Despite everything, we ended the night in the most beautiful way, she officially became my Luna, we marked each other for life, sealing our bond of love for each other forevermore, and we celebrated, sang, danced, laughed, kissed, hugged, and ended up in bed cuddling each other to sleep with completely restful minds, and hearts pumping with love and passion, united and beating as one. No worries about what’s coming in three days, no doubts or fears on whether we were going to live through it or not. We had each other, we had Rhea’s skill, and Davina was already contacted through Alec and is planning to drop in tomorrow, we were going to win this war so easily, it didn’t leave any trace withi

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

I tried to scream but blood bubbled up in my throat, "somebody help me." Nobody came, the palace was silent and empty. Had this been planned and everyone knew except me? We reached Moonspire Ruins faster than should've been possible. The council was there waiting, all of them in dark robes with candles everywhere. They lifted me onto a stone altar, the cold seeped into my back. Alden stood over me with that blade dripping my blood. "The ritual of the Alpha Curse requires three elements: the Luna's blood, the innocent soul, and the ancient Alpha power."

I was on the edge of the cliff of my life, and I had no control over whether I jumped or stepped back. ‘Don’t worry, dear child, you’ll have a little while longer to live.’ Tears seeped out of my eyes, a visible stream that I couldn’t stop anymore. I was facing death in the face, and they were smiling. Alpha Draven continued as he stroked my hair, as if he was trying to comfort me, the sick bastard, ‘If you are the reasoning behind this damned curse, then killing you may just make this whole thing indenfinite, and I can’t have that. I want my pack and I want my power. So you’ll live until I know for certain your death won’t ruin that for me. Beatrix is close to getting an answer—either your

KIRA’S POV I didn’t realize I had leaned forward again until my back started to ache slightly against the couch. The laptop rested on my thighs, its glow the only real light in the room now. Everything else felt dimmer somehow, quieter, but that didn't stop me from reading. “At the time the curse was unleashed, the Alpha of the pack had a mate who was heavy with child. When chaos descended upon the land and the wrath of the Moon Goddess began to manifest, the fate of the Luna became one of the greatest mysteries left behind.”

the slave reads out in a shaky voice, which manages to pass the message across with a sense of dread as they all murmur with uncertainty in their tone. “What are you trying to do? They all agreed and I'm only trying to help the pack. I don't in any way covet the throne,” Draven tries to wiggle his way out of it innocently. “That means you don't know the real truth about your grandfather's death. He didn't die just because he coveted the throne.” “What do you mean?” Draven asks, still glaring at me. “Ask the elders if I'm lying, but he died because of the curse. The curse on the current alpha is not the only unbreakable curse in the Red Moon Pack,” Draven looks around at the elders who lower

“You don’t get to decide this alone anymore.” The bond glowed—bruised, but alive. And far away, as the Devourer withdrew to heal and plan, it understood something new. The curse that was meant to destroy the Alpha… Might be the very thing the Luna could one day unmake. The curse had cracked—but cracks could either heal… Or shatter completely.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."