Alpha's Cursed Bride
My hand pressed harder against my stomach, the flutter a reminder of why I was here.
The alpha waited in the center of the village, a tall woman with grey-streaked hair and eyes like storm clouds. She stood straight, but her shoulders sagged, like the weight of her pack was too much. “You’re the Lycan,” she said, her voice low, steady, but laced with desperation. “The cursed wolf. I’m Mara, Alpha of Ironclaw.”
I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the fear in my chest. “I’m Talia,” I said. “I don’t know if I can help, but I’ll try.”
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