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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 · Fantasía
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100 Chs

Chapter 51: New Beginnings

Everything was still. For the past year, there were no sightings of Christopher and things had returned to how they used to be: normal.

The sun beat down through the glass windows of Tillbury’s, casting a direct spotlight against the freshly painted wall. Sawyer set down his roller and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand before smearing it onto his jeans.

“Ya know I run a restaurant, right?” said Darren, reaching into his back pocket. His clothes were covered in teal paint and his temples dripped of sweat. “I have tons of these guys lyin’ around.” He flipped a cloth from behind his back and handed it to Sawyer.

Sawyer extended his hand and took the cloth from Darren, running it across his forehead. “Well, if you got the air conditioner fixed, we wouldn’t be dying from heat stroke.”

Darren waved his hand, dismissing Sawyer’s comments. “We’ll deal with that once the renovations are done. Now pick up your roller and get to workin’.”