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The Alpha is cursed and mated to a stubborn weak lycan

Elena has spent her life running—through countless foster homes, away from shadows of a traumatic past, and now, towards a future she can’t even imagine. An interview at Knight Enterprises seems like a small step, but she has no idea it’s about to throw her headfirst into a world of danger and dark desires. Alexander Knight is feared, powerful, and cursed. As Alpha of the largest pack in the region, his life has been a ruthless game of control and dominance, haunted by a bloodline that whispers of ruin. But when a small, unassuming woman walks into his world, everything changes. For Elena, the interview is a chance at stability. For Alexander, it’s a threat he can’t afford to ignore. Their worlds collide in a storm of suspicion, mistrust, and a magnetic pull that neither can deny. But there’s more to Elena than meets the eye. Shadows from her past are creeping closer, and secrets entwined in blood and betrayal threaten to unravel everything Alexander has built. He should destroy her. He wants to destroy her. Yet, every time he looks into her eyes, a dangerous hunger stirs—a yearning to claim her as his mate. In a world where curses bind fates and hidden enemies lurk, can they fight the attraction that could either be their greatest strength or their ultimate downfall? The Alpha’s Curse: Entwined Fates is a dark, seductive journey of power, passion, and forbidden love.

S_Wolfe · Fantaisie
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Chapter 49: Fragments of the past

49: Fragments of the Past

As the room fell into tense silence, Alexander's grip on my hand remained tight. His fear mirrored my own, but deep down, I couldn't shake the certainty that I had no other choice. I would have to confront this power, no matter the cost, and bind the curse to my will before it consumed everything.

But the exhaustion from days of preparation and worry began to weigh on me. My mind clouded with uncertainty, and before I could protest, Alexander ushered me to rest. His words were gentle but firm, insisting I get some sleep before the looming battle.

I didn't fight him. There was no energy left in me to argue. My body sank into the plush bed, but despite its comfort, sleep did not come easily. I tossed and turned, thoughts racing through my mind, questions left unanswered. And then, slowly, the shadows at the edge of my consciousness began to swirl and darken, pulling me into a dream—or perhaps something more.