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

Just the sound of water dripping somewhere in the dark. "There's something else." Lyra's breathing was getting labored. "Something I didn't tell you." "What?" "The rejection. When that Alpha broke the mate bond." Lyra's eyes were starting to glaze. "It didn't just crack the seal. It activated something." "Activated what?" "A failsafe. Built into the original curse. If a Luna's mate rejects her, if she suffers that kind of betrayal—" Lyra coughed. More blood. "The seal is designed to break completely. To unleash her full power. Make her unstoppable."

“That is nothing new. It always happens. The alpha loses control of his wolf once in a while.” “It is because of the curse, right?” another maid asked. “Yes.” The word curse made my fingers tighten around the fabric I held. A curse, what was that all about? “His wolf isn’t stable.” “That is why Marcus is always with him.” “I heard he killed a maid one day when he went berserk.” Their voices dipped lower into hushed whispers, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying again. But what I heard was more than enough to send my mind into disarray. A curse. My mind ruminated over the word over and over again.

A massive black creature crouched in the clearing, its body heaving, claws drenched in blood, eyes glowing like hellfire. It was not fully wolf. Not fully man. Something worse. Something cursed. Something monstrous. Her breath caught. Because even before she saw the caption— even before the camera zoomed just enough for the shape of him to become unmistakable— she knew. Draven. The words beneath the video blurred for a second before her eyes refocused. BLACKWOOD ALPHA EXPOSED CURSED MONSTER UNFIT TO LEAD HOW MANY HAVE DIED TO PROTECT HIS SECRET? Violetta’s fingers went numb.

“I’ll make them choke on the future they stole from me.” Lucian’s eyes sharpened. “Then we’re on the same side,” he said. “For now.” “For now,” I echoed. It was enough. For now. As I left his office and walked back toward my room, bandage throbbing in time with my pulse, the whispers in the halls washed over me: “Did you hear? The Luna tamed the Alpha’s curse.” “She walked up to him when he was dark, and he listened.” “They say her father hired rogues to take her. Human greed, as usual.”

Isn’t that a legend of decades ago? “It is not a myth, Luna.” It is very real. The destined luna is supposed to be an antidote to the cursed Alpha. Lisa says. And what is his curse? What makes the Alpha cursed? I ask, interested to know more about what is going. He is a Lemensch, he is part Lion and part wolf. His wolf and lion hates each other. He cannot control his anger or abilities without his destined Luna. It a curse because they are little chances of him ever meeting his destined luna.

I felt it before the first words left Hazel’s lips. “O Moon Goddess,” she intoned, her voice low and lilting, “bear witness to the fruit carried in this womb. Let the curse be broken. Let your Alpha’s line endure.” Wolves murmured reverently, some bowing their heads. But I felt the tremor beneath her words, the way the torches guttered and flared not with faith but with spellcraft. Smoke curled in patterns, twisting like runes above Kayla’s head. My stomach turned. This was no blessing. It was a performance.

The truth of the curse, the pain it had caused, the endless stalemate it created. "Free us," the Original's voice echoed, ancient beyond measure. "Free us from this eternal sleep, and we will repay you." "I can't free you completely," Luna said, her voice hoarse from the strain of channeling so much power. "But I can offer you a choice. Stop Draven. Stop this war. And together, we'll find a way to break the curse without destroying everything." The Original rose from its coffin, and Luna saw the physical form it chose - something almost human, beautiful and terrible in equal measure. It looked at Luna with eyes that held the weight of eons.

The fortress trembled long before the first horn blew. I’d been pacing my chamber for hours, unable to rest. Sleep mocked me; every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, molten gold eyes, firelight flickering over skin that looked too human and too divine all at once. Draven Blackflame. The Hybrid Alpha. The curse and the crown of the realm. And somehow, I was bound to him. The thought made my chest twist with something I couldn’t name, part fear, part anger… part something dangerously close to longing.

Accord warriors, and scouts stood in reverent silence as Elder Ysara stepped into the center, her robes billowing with the wind that swept through the broken gates. “The Rift is no more,” she declared, her voice echoing against stone. “The curse born of Elana’s grief has ended. We owe our victory to two who were never meant to find each other—and yet did.” All eyes turned to Lyra and Kaelen. Lyra kept a blank expression on her face. Ysara gestured for them to step forward. “Lyra Thorne, bearer of moon-marked blood. Kaelen Draven, cursed Alpha of the fallen pack. You defied prophecy. You defied fate. You bound yourselves not for power but for truth.”

“The border guards were supposed to escort you. Not let you wander into our private chambers.” “Oh, they tried,” Drake said with an infuriatingly calm shrug. “But when an Alpha says he wants to help, men tend to step aside.” His gaze drifted to Lucas, and his smile widened just enough to betray satisfaction. “He doesn’t look too well,” Drake murmured. “The curse is finally tightening its grip.” I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. “You know something,” I said. He blinked once — amused. “Of course I do. I’ve studied that curse longer than Lucas has been alive. You know this.”