All Chapters of The Cursed Alpha's Witch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wind blew through the trees, bringing their piny scent tainted with the metallic tang of blood to Joel’s nose. A stark reminder of what he’d lost that night. The feral howls that silenced the usual night time creatures were a reminder of what he had yet to lose if he wasn’t fast enough.Despite every muscle in his body hurt and all he wanted to do was lay down, Joel pushed himself to run faster. “Come on, we’re almost there,” he said to the others. They were now all he had left.“Maybe it’s better-” Gabriel said when a large wolf burst from the underbrush to Joel’s left. It cut off their path. Its blond fur stood on end as it bared its large fangs, growling at them. Joel recognized the wolf. Before all this, they’d been friends, but now the wolf’s eyes glazed over with a madness only a

With a groan, Gail woke up. The same bad dream, though the voice was new. She flung her arm out, searching for her phone. “Where the hell is it?” Grumbling, Gail threw the blankets off of her. She stood, listening to the sound of the alarm. It was coming from outside of her room. Gail furrowed her brow and followed the sound out into the living room. In the middle of the floor, between the kitchen and living room was her phone. “What is it doing here?” she mumbled, picking it up and silencing the alarm. Bruiser popped up from the couch to her right, his front legs dangling off the back of the couch. He gave her a little bark. “Good Morning to you too.” Gail shook her head at him, and got the last of the dog food

Gail woke up the next morning with a yawn. Sitting up, she noticed she was alone in the bed. She also noticed that the anxious feeling that had plagued her yesterday disappeared. She sighed with relief. It was so nice to feel relaxed again. Gail got up from the bed and left the bedroom in search of coffee. She walked into the open area that was her living room, dining room, and kitchen, Gail saw Bruiser asleep on the couch. “Wow, you prefer the sofa over my bed. Gee thanks, Bruiser,” she grumbled, heading straight to the coffee maker. As she prepared her coffee she looked over at him again and smiled. The forty-eight hour mark was coming up and no one had called her to claim him. Gail held the warm cup in her hands and turned to face the living room, resting against the kitchen counter. If no one called, Gail decided she was going to keep Bruiser. His company had become comforting, especi

What had happened?One minute Joel was about to be overwhelmed, then something hit him… he wasn’t sure what it was. It had to have been magic, right? Whatever it was, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced as magic. Instead of the icy sensation of someone shoving ice chips under his skin, it was warm. The magic wrapped around him, like a blanket right out of a dryer, chasing away the chill of a frigid winter’s night. It encased him, but wasn’t smothering. Just the opposite. He felt loved and safe. It was the most amazing sensation Joel had ever experienced.When the warmth subsided, Joel opened his eyes. He stared down at the ground beneath him. Instead of paws, he saw hands. His hands! No, it couldn’t be? He was human again? He was human again! Joel couldn’t believe it. He was back in his human form, but how? Li

Gail closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Despite her best attempts, the guilt flooded her. The witches had all but declared war on the werewolves. Worse yet, it seemed they were winning. Gail had no doubts that the coven controlling all werewolves in the area, or possibly the country, wasn’t a good thing. But what could she do about it? She took down the box from the closet with the idea to toss the charm in there, but when she saw the pictures, she hesitated. Gail plopped down on the bed next to the box. She picked up one photograph.It was of her and her parents on one of their many hikes through the forest. Her mother loved being among the trees. She said it made her feel connected to the world. Gail looked about eight or nine in the picture, making it one of the last pictures her parents had taken before their murder. They died not too far from that location.