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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
100 Chs

Chapter 50: The True Alpha

After the Lunar Eclipse, Waverly stopped seeing the shadow man. Instead of in her dreams, he now appeared to her in real-life, in the form of her mate, Sawyer Einar. Except every now and then, she would still sketch the mysterious figure, who began more as a silhouette and now, resembled a darkened, black mass.

Waverly sat in the chair by the window, just as she had done when she arrived at Trinity Mountains over seven months ago, only now, she was in the art room that Sawyer had commissioned for her. Her reflection bounced off the glass standing between her the town below, which was exploding with wolves and people alike. She focused on her sketch, which was unlike anything she had drawn before—the mass was the same in shape and size, but in the centre, she had traced two eyes that blended with the colour of the form they shared, as well as stood out, like they were staring back at her.

The opening of the door startled her, and Waverly jumped slightly in her spot.