The Alpha's cursed vow

g dark and powerful was stirring just beyond the edges of perception. Seraphina Vale stood by her window, staring out at the sprawling wilderness. The trees swayed in the wind, their branches whis

her, like a constant undercurrent that refuse

ore the signs. The curse, the one Dorian had told her about, the one that had bound her to him it was more than just an old tale, more than just an ancient law. It was real, and its influence was spreading, creeping into the very bones of the Blackveil Pack. She turned away from the window, her gaze falling on the dimly lit chamber around her. The luxurious furnishings, the delicate curtains billowing in the soft night breeze it all seemed so out of place. Th

her with the quiet grace of a predator, and for a brief moment, she was reminded of just how dangerous he truly was. The curse that bound them was more than just a contract it was a force that twisted their fates together, and she could feel its weight, pressing down on her every time they were near one another. She wasn't sure if it was the curse itself or something else that drew them together, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt when Dorian was close. It was magnetic, undeniable. And yet, she knew that this attraction this connection wasn't something she could

eady to leave. His gaze raked over her, as if memorizing every inch of her, and Seraphina had to force herself not to shiver under the intensity of it. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back. "Rest well," he said, his voice low and strained. "We'll deal with the pack's unrest tomorrow." With that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. Seraphina let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her body suddenly feeling heavy with the weight of his presence. But as soon as the door closed, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The air was thick, too thick, and the shadows at the edges of the room seemed to stretch toward her, like hands reaching out from the darkness. Her instincts screamed at her to leave the room, to get as far away from this cursed place as possible. But her feet remained planted to the ground, her breath shallow as she watched the shadows dance across the walls. And then, just as suddenly as

ped into the room, their movements fluid, unnatural. And before Seraphina could react, they lunged at her, a flash of silver gleaming in the dim light. She barely had time to summon her magic before the rogue was on her. But she was quick faster than he expected and she twisted, flinging her p

g thud. "Stay back," Dorian growled, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped in front of Seraphina, his body a shield. "This is my pack's territory. You will not harm her." The rogue glared at him, but there was fear in his eyes now. He had underestimated the Alpha. Seraphina stood frozen,