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The Alpha's Curse

On the night of the annual Sacrifice, Waverly, the daughter of the Alpha of the Lycan pack, offers herself as a candidate when her younger sister is chosen to be the next woman sacrificed to the Crimson Wolf. Upon meeting the Crimson Wolf, Waverly discovers that he is under a dangerous curse that threatens to kill him and whoever dares to stay by his side if he doesn’t find his mate by the next Lunar Eclipse. Full of mystery, lies and betrayal, The Alpha’s Curse chronicles the story of Waverly as she uncovers the secrets behind the curse that plagues the Crimson Shadow pack and establishes a deep connection with the Crimson Wolf that could ultimately destroy her future and place her life at an incredible risk. ** Sawyer’s gaze remained on her, almost studying her. Within this proximity and such a confined space, she could smell the musky scent of his cologne emitting from his unbuttoned collar. His necklaces dangled to the middle of his chest, highlighting the bits of muscle she could see underneath. Sawyer’s eyes trailed to her cheeks and then finally, her lips. His body inched closer to her and with each step he took, the fine freckles that crossed the bridge of his nose became more prominent. Waverly’s body quivered as she closed her eyes and felt the heat of his breath get warmer and warmer… Then it was gone. Waverly opened her eyes to see Sawyer standing near the shelving unit, staring at the ground. His face contorted. “Is everything okay?” she asked, calmly. Sawyer stood still and kept to himself. “Sawyer?” “Leave.” The Alpha's Curse is created by Kianna Walpole, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Kianna Walpole · Fantasy
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100 Chs

Chapter 15: Hidden Answers

The shadowed man appeared. His figure the same shade of grey as before. He called to Waverly, but she remained unable to move; her feet stuck to the ground below. Then it began to rain and as the droplets hit the ground, green smoke formed around him, encapsulating him. When it dissipated, he was gone.

Waverly awoke the next morning in her new bedroom, seeing the fairy-like canopy over her head, cascading down the bed frame. She stretched and rolled out of bed, heading first towards the dresser. Literally overnight, Sawyer had her items brought up from the basement and now added to the décor were her paint set, furniture, her sketchpad and the box full of jewels, which sat on the vanity.

Freedom. The word kept ringing through her mind and she couldn’t believe it. She felt that as soon as she placed her hand on the doorknob, it would be locked once again and that the room would fade, and she’d be back in the basement. But when she turned the door handle, it clicked open.