On the night of the annual Sacrifice, Waverly, the daughter of the Alpha of the Lycan pack, offers herself as a candidate when her younger sister is chosen to be the next woman sacrificed to the Crimson Wolf. 

Upon meeting the Crimson Wolf, Waverly discovers that he is under a dangerous curse that threatens to kill him and whoever dares to stay by his side if he doesn’t find his mate by the next Lunar Eclipse. 

Full of mystery, lies and betrayal, The Alpha’s Curse chronicles the story of Waverly as she uncovers the secrets behind the curse that plagues the Crimson Shadow pack and establishes a deep connection with the Crimson Wolf that could ultimately destroy her future and place her life at an incredible risk. 

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Sawyer’s gaze remained on her, almost studying her. Within this proximity and such a confined space, she could smell the musky scent of his cologne emitting from his unbuttoned collar. His necklaces dangled to the middle of his chest, highlighting the bits of muscle she could see underneath. 

Sawyer’s eyes trailed to her cheeks and then finally, her lips. His body inched closer to her and with each step he took, the fine freckles that crossed the bridge of his nose became more prominent. Waverly’s body quivered as she closed her eyes and felt the heat of his breath get warmer and warmer…

Then it was gone. Waverly opened her eyes to see Sawyer standing near the shelving unit, staring at the ground. His face contorted. 

“Is everything okay?” she asked, calmly. Sawyer stood still and kept to himself. “Sawyer?” 

“Leave.” 

The Alpha's Curse is created by Kianna Walpole, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

The Alpha's Curse

As Waverly exited the office, she felt a tear fall from her eye as she blinked. Her mind was exhausted. The fate of so many lives were in her hands and it was becoming too much to bear. She rested her body against a wall by the door and wiped away any existing tears, with her eyes narrowed in on the hardwood floors. 


Her thoughts were disturbed by a voice coming from the doors that led in from the library.


Waverly raised her head and saw Felicity beside her holding a pair of bedsheets. She sniffed and wearily grinned. “Not really. You wouldn’t happen to have a key with you for the room downstairs, would you?” 


Felicity tucked the bedsheets under her arm and touched the pocket of her apron. “Each of us staff members do.” 


Waverly sniffed once more and quickly wiped under her eyes. “Would you be able to take me there?” she asked.


Felicity furrowed her eyebrows while she looked up and down both ends of the hall. “Is—”


Chapter 11: Bargaining Chips