All Chapters of The Alpha's Cursed Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

TIARA'S POVIt was my eighteenth birthday and I was supposed to transform into my wolf form for the first time.But the cell was hardly the place for it. It was so dark I could not see myself.I curled into myself on the damp floor of the cell, the stone beneath me unforgiving. It had been hours—maybe a few days—since they locked me here. Time meant nothing in this darkness. The only sound was my shallow breathing, echoing off the cold walls. The walls were so thick and cold I could hardly bring myself to lean on it. They hated me. All of them.The pack, my family, everyone. To them, I was the cursed one, the girl with the star-shaped birthmark on her neck. My fingers brushed against the mark, the raised skin a permanent reminder of what they said I was—a bringer of misfortune. They whispered that my mother, the former Luna, had died because of me. That the moment I came into this world, she left it. And so, they punished me for simply existing. My father, alpha Darius of the MoonCro

TIARA'S POVTears streamed down my face, my vision blurred as I stumbled through the dark corridors of the pack house. The sounds of laughter and music from the hall still echoed faintly behind me, a cruel reminder of the world I would never belong to. My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to the only person I thought could give me answers: My father. Alpha Darius. It was true that he didn't love or want me, but for answers, he owed me. He was in his study, seated at the grand oak table with his beta, discussing matters of the pack. Usually, the parties were hosted by Victoria just so she could showcase Phoebe. The alpha hardly participated unless it was important.The room smelled of leather and wood polish, but the air was heavy with the weight of authority. My father looked up as I entered, his expression turning cold as soon as his eyes landed on me."Tiara," he said, his tone sharp. "What are you doing here? This is no place for you."I ignored his words. I clasped m

NICHOLAS: ALPHA OF THE FORESTHOWL PACKThe woods had always been my sanctuary. Ever since I lost her, my mate, this was where I found solace—a space where the towering trees and gentle rustle of leaves allowed me to breathe, even if only for a moment. Away from pack duties. The pain of her absence never truly faded, but the forest’s quiet strength reminded me that life, no matter how cruel, continued.I walked along the familiar path, the moonlight filtering through the dense canopy above. My wolf stirred within me, restless as always, but I kept him leashed. He and I had been at odds since her death. He wanted to move, to fight, to feel alive. I wanted to grieve in peace.I stopped by a clearing, leaning against a tree as my thoughts consumed me. The moon hung low, bathing the forest in its silvery glow. My heart ached, a dull, constant pain I had grown used to, yet I couldn’t bring myself to let it go.A sudden rustling snapped me out of my reverie. My wolf perked up instantly, hi