The Cursed Alpha and His Forgotten Mate

castle, his hands leaning on the balustrade of cold stone, his eyes lost in the infinite of the night. An icy breeze was blowing, transporting indistinguishable murmurs with it. But it was

ions, these fragments of image

ll moon, was more insistent. His wolf, a powerful beast, yet in the grip of incessant torments, twisted under the weight of a suffering that only Ad

ette. First blurred, she slowly asserted herself in her mind, taking shape in sharper, more precise contours. A young woman, alone, lost in the for

sion, was not a simple dream or a temporary illusion. It was a call. An appeal that he could not ignore. A stronger force than anything he had known unti

lhouette was held, a reassuring and threatening presence. Roderick , his faithful right arm, looked up at him. Adrian fixed him for a moment, his decision now made. He knew that his alpha would f

e an expe

of the request. He knew that this trip was not just a simple trip. It was the future of their pack, the future of Adrian. The curse gnawed him

tormented mind. They were a message, a sign of destiny, a warning. sienna

ely, but his gaze said a lot. He knew that this order was not without risk. Finding a woman in such a large forest was a challenge in itself. But what he understood even better was that

ests and the mountains, were now its allies. His mind calculated each trajectory, each displacement possible. But more than anything, he thought of the

on was one more donation or curse. But one thing w

as a moment, alone in the room, observing the torches vacillating. The weight of his role, his choices, crushed him. He turned one last time towards the window, seeking, as always, to understand the fuzzy fa

a path that would confront him with his own monstrosity. What he would discover at the en

nvading him from the first glows of the day. She sat on the cold ground, her look lost in the blurred horizon, seeking to understand this inexplicable feeling. It was n

n his mind, a sweet but insistent voice continued to call it. It was a presence that she could not explain, but which was more and more pressing. The echo of a memory that she had not yet aware. She closed her eyes fo

hunt this feeling, but it was too late. The invisible pressure became unbearable, forcing her to advance in spite of herself, like a puppet manipulated by invisible threads. She walks aimlessly

. She rolled on the ground, her body hitting the stones and the roots, before finding herself in the center of a much more complex trap than she would have imagined. Chains,

ves, but no, not wild creatures like the others. These wolves had something inhuman in their eyes. Their pupils were too dark, too deep. T

denly intensified in his mind. She then understood that it was not a simple trap. It was a hunt. She was not the prey of a human hunte

his mind. What tormented her most was that feeling that something even bigger, more dangerous, was hiding behind all this. Wolves were just instruments, soldiers of an i

hey were waiting. sienna , with the tight throat, understood that her situation was much more complex than she had imagined. She was

oved away. His heart was hugging. Was it? The man of visions? The call of his own destiny

ressive atmosphere. The forest itself seemed to hold back its breath. In the shadows, another cry resonated, scary and powerful, like an announceme