She was born under a blood moon. Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken. Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone. Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds. One curse. And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.
Kissed By The Curse Chapter 1 The Shadow
The bucket of cold water hit the floor before I did.
My knees cracked against the tile; it was hard to keep from making a sound. Crying out would only make it worse. It always made it worse.
"Clean it up." Vanessa's voice dripped with satisfaction. She stood above me, arms crossed, looking every bit the high-ranking she-wolf she was. Beautiful. Powerful. Everything I wasn't. "And when you're done with this hall, the kitchens need scrubbing. The Alpha King arrives tomorrow, and I won't have this place looking like the pigsty in which you live."
I kept my eyes down. Didn't respond. Learned that lesson years ago.
She waited, hoping I would give her a reason. When I didn't, she scoffed and walked away with her heels clicking against the floor.
I stayed on my knees until the sound faded completely.
Only then did I let out the breath I had been holding.
Twenty years. Twenty years of this. Born under a blood moon, cursed from the moment I took my first breath, and reminded of it every single day since. The pack didn't just hate me-they pitied me. And somehow, that was worse.
I grabbed the rag from the bucket and started mopping up the spilled water. My hands were red and raw from scrubbing all morning, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. If I didn't finish before nightfall, Elder Rowan would give me that look again-the one that said he was disappointed but not surprised.
The one that said I was exactly what everyone expected me to be.
Weak. Broken. Useless.
My wolf stirred somewhere deep inside, barely a whisper. She had been quiet for so long I almost forgot she existed. Most wolves shifted for the first time by sixteen. I was twenty, and mine still hadn't shown herself. Another mark against me. Another reason for the pack to look right through me.
I wrung out the rag and moved down the hall, scrubbing in silence.
The Blackwood estate was massive, old stone with high ceilings, built back when our bloodline actually meant something. Now it was just a reminder of everything we had lost. My father died before I was born. My mother when I was ten. After that, it was just me and the weight of a name no one respected anymore.
I didn't even live in the main house. I had a room in the servants' quarters, smaller than a closet, with a cot that creaked every time I rolled over and a window that didn't close all the way, but it was mine. The only space in this whole place that was mine.
I finished the hall and moved to the kitchens. The work was endless. Scrub the floors, wash the dishes, haul the trash, and serve the meals. I did it all without complaint because what choice did I have? I had no money, no family, and no future outside this pack. And every time I thought about running, about disappearing into the world beyond Burrowtown, my wolf would whimper and pull back.
She knew the truth even if I didn't want to admit it.
We would never survive out there alone.
By the time I finished, the sun had set. My back ached, my hands were cold, and my stomach felt less than empty. I hadn't eaten since yesterday. There was food left over from dinner, but it wasn't for me. I had learned that the hard way too.
I slipped out the back door and made my way across the courtyard toward the servants' quarters. The night air was cold through my thin shirt, but I didn't care. At least out here, no one was watching. No one was waiting for me to mess up so they could remind me how worthless I was.
"Quinn."
I stopped.
Elder Rowan stood near the garden gate, his face shadowed by the moonlight. He was old, older than anyone else in the pack, with silver hair and eyes that had seen too much. He had been kind to me once, when I was younger. But kindness didn't mean much when it came with silence.
"You should get some rest," he said quietly. "Tomorrow will be... significant."
I frowned. "The Alpha King's visit?"
He nodded, but there was something in his expression I couldn't read. Something heavy.
"Why?" I asked. "What does it matter to me?"
He looked at me for a long moment, and I swore I saw something like regret flicker across his face.
"Just rest, child," he said finally, and turned away before I could ask anything else.
I watched him go, unease curling in my chest.
The Alpha King. Jasper Hale. I had heard the stories. Ruthless. Powerful. Feared by every pack in the region. He was coming here to meet with our council, something about alliances and territory disputes. Politics I didn't understand and didn't care about.
People like him didn't notice people like me.
I shook my head and kept walking.
My room was freezing when I got there. I shut the door, pulled off my wet shirt, and collapsed onto the cot. Every muscle screamed in protest, but I didn't have the energy to care. Sleep pulled at me, heavy and insistent.
But just before I drifted off, my wolf stirred again.
This time, she didn't whimper.
She growled.
Low and deep, like a warning.
I sat up, heart pounding, staring into the darkness.
"What is it?" I whispered.
She didn't answer.
But somewhere in the distance, I heard it.
A howl.
Long, haunting, and achingly familiar even though I had never heard it before.
My chest tightened. My wolf pushed forward, restless and anxious and awake in a way she had never been.
And then it hit me.
A pull. Sharp and undeniable, dragging me toward something I couldn't see.
Toward someone.
I pressed a hand to my chest, gasping.
No. No, this couldn't be happening.
Not to me. Not now.
But my wolf knew. She knew before I did.
Mate.
The word echoed in my mind, foreign and terrifying.
And tomorrow, he would be here.
The Alpha King. Jasper Hale.
My mate.
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Kissed By The Curse
Aurora Blakes
Werewolf
Chapter 1 The Shadow
10/10/2025
Chapter 2 The Pull
10/10/2025
Chapter 3 The Fall
10/10/2025
Chapter 4 The Breaking
10/10/2025
Chapter 5 The Wandering
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Chapter 6 The Stranger
10/10/2025
Chapter 7 The Refuge
10/10/2025
Chapter 8 The Awakening
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Chapter 9 The Truth
10/10/2025
Chapter 10 The Choice
10/10/2025
Chapter 11 The Reckoning
31/10/2025
Chapter 12 The Bond
31/10/2025