The Cursed Alpha and His Forgotten Mate

all around him, almost hiding him in his cold arms. However, he advanced a determined step, the instinct guiding him towards the place where he knew, she was. She was

ad taken hold of him during his dreams, became stronger at every momen

s, ignited her as much as she terrified him. She ... the strange unknown of her visions. He had never believed in signs or oracles, but his dreams, his premonitions, had become t

hen another. They were organized, seeking to catch it. The pack that had sent her was not there by chance. She had bee

forest, and the sound of a metal bell was heard, cutting silence like a cry. He knew he had arrived.

, symbols of a capture which was not only physical, but also psychological. Her black hair, humid with sweat, stuck to her face. His features were pale, hi

e would not intervene. But Adrian was not like the others. His gaze was on them, his golden, burning eyes, animated by a supernatu

e, but Adrian, faster than a thought, grabbed him by the throat. He had no mercy. These men w

ound came out. A thrill covered Adrian. Something in her, perhaps in her genes, called hers. It was an undeniable connection. A link that suddenly erased all

d waiting for them would be sown with pitfalls, but nothing could be worse than leaving it here, in the hands of his enemies. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his breath calm down, h

She had been chosen. He had been chosen. And now he no longer had the choice. He had to take her, protect her, understand her. She was the ke

y, inert. The forest seemed to close on them, as if the whole world had frozen

straighten up, but the pain, deaf and constant, took hold of her. Where was it? What had happened? The world around it was blurred, an indistinct backdrop in which its own existence was hidden. Then she felt a prese

ri

ad always known that it would be there. Something in her herself awakened, but she did not have time to understand it before reality imposed itself on it with brutality. The man stan

idn't sc

ackled in the fireplace, and the sound of the wind made the shutters of a nearby window shiver. It was a small house, modest but

voice, almost too sweet, as if he h

ed, chaotic, but a question persisted, imposing its

us but powerful, something that bound it to him inexplicably. Like an invisible rope between two souls, a connection that exce

the voice broken by the effort to

f he had trouble formulating what he was going to say. However, he knew. He knew tha

d, with frightening simplicity. "And

thing went to bed, his breath short, while his heart was drumped in his chest. Her mind kissing instantl

felt trapped, as if she was in the center of a plot of which she had no idea. She tried to straigh

already betrayed a quivering of uncertainty that sh

sea before the storm. "You felt this link, right? He leaned a little closer to her, her

eak but persistent voice blowed that his words were not empty. This link, she had felt it. This discomfort, this pain, this thril

p with effort, a glow of challenge in the eyes.

ity too strange, too insane to be true. She was just a banned child, a shadow amo

rce her to understand immediately. He knew it would take time. But he was there. He had f

d with an icy certainty. "You don't know everything about you, ever

down, a feeling grew. A form of distant acceptance, which she could n

rate prayer: "I don't want ..." But already, in her heart, the words