THE ALPHA CURSE

Name: THE ALPHA CURSE
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When Kael Thorne inherits the Alpha title after his father's brutal and unexplained death, he steps into a legacy laced with blood, betrayal, and a curse as old as the moon itself. But power comes with a price-and it begins collecting fast. On the night of his rise, a rogue is captured-a scentless, enigmatic omega named Elian, whose bloodline was believed to be wiped out generations ago. Drawn to him by instinct and something far more dangerous, Kael finds himself entangled in a prophecy that could destroy everything he was born to protect. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Kael must choose between the fate he was given and the future he never saw coming. Because some curses don't break... they awaken.

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Chapter 1 THE CRIMSON MOON

04-18 17:23

Chapter 1 THE CRIMSON MOON

The forest was too quiet.

Kael Thorne stood at the edge of the ancient stone circle, the moonlight staining his skin in silver and crimson. The scent of blood still clung to the trees-his father's blood. The old Alpha was dead, and the mantle had passed to Kael, whether he was ready or not.

He could still see the scene replaying behind his eyes: the beast that tore through the boundary, the roars of the pack, and his father's body crumpled in the dirt, eyes wide with betrayal. No enemy was found. No intruder caught. Just his father's corpse and the prophecy whispered by the witch before she vanished:

"The next Alpha will rise under the crimson moon... cursed or crowned, as fate decides."

"Alpha," came a voice behind him.

Kael turned slowly. Ronan, his Beta and childhood friend, stood there with his jaw set and eyes wary.

"They're waiting."

Of course they were. The whole damn pack was gathered, watching, judging, wondering if he was strong enough. The Thorne line had ruled for over two hundred years with blood and fang. Now, they wanted proof he deserved the crown.

Kael stepped into the center of the circle. Torches flared. Shadows danced across snarling wolf totems carved in blackwood. The elders stood in a semi-circle, silent. His pack lined the edge of the glade. Over fifty werewolves, every one of them armed and waiting.

He shifted his gaze to the towering pyre in the center, his father's body wrapped in ceremonial cloth, marked with ash and herbs.

With a nod to Ronan, Kael lit the flame.

The fire crackled to life, hungry and wild.

"I swear to protect the blood of this pack," Kael said, voice low but steady. "To lead with strength, and punish with justice. I will not bow, and I will not break."

The flames rose higher, and the smoke twisted skyward.

The Alpha's Oath was complete.

But something felt... wrong.

The fire flared blue for a heartbeat-too fast for most to notice, but Kael did. A pulse of icy dread coiled in his stomach.

A soft rustle to his right drew his attention.

A woman in dark robes emerged from the trees-Maera, the seer-witch. Her face was hidden behind a bone mask, and her presence stilled the air like a storm holding its breath.

"You said you left," Kael said, his voice like iron.

"I returned because the curse did," she replied simply, raising her hand. In it, a bloody shard of obsidian. "Your father's killer used this."

Kael frowned, stepping forward to examine it. The stone pulsed faintly, etched with old runes. Forbidden magic. Ancient.

"Who would use such a thing?"

"Someone with a reason to see you fall," she said. "The curse is awakening, Alpha. Your reign has begun, but it will not be the one you expect."

Before he could demand more, she vanished. One blink, and the space where she stood was empty. The shard remained in Kael's hand, warm and humming with danger.

Ronan stepped up beside him, voice low. "What the hell was that?"

Kael didn't answer. He just stared into the flames as the first howl of the night rose behind him.

Something old was stirring.