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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 74: Hallucinations

For the entire walk back through the forest and to the house, Waverly couldn’t grapple with what had just happened. Did she make it all up? Was everything she had seen—Christopher, Mia, Pietro singing—was it all merely a hallucination? What was going on with her?

On autopilot, Waverly followed Sawyer into the house and started taking off her shoes. Everything was a lie. She was ill to the extent that her mind had begun playing tricks on her and all of her demons had bubbled up to the surface to join in on this fiasco. But in the midst of everything, she wasn’t sure if she was more scared that her subconscious had created this nightmare-ish fantasy, or if she was truly sick enough to be at the point of auditory and visual delusions.

The closet door banged as it hit against its twin beside it, snapping Waverly free of her increasing fears. Sawyer sat on the bench in the entryway to remove his shoes. His movements were swift and forceful, and he struggled to undo his laces.