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

The sun crept through the slit in the blinds, piercing Waverly’s eyelids. She squinted her eyes as she opened them and looked around the room. Both her body and emotions were running low from the night before and when she glanced down, she saw Sawyer’s arm draped over her stomach once more. She smiled to herself and tenderly tried to lift his arm, but he stirred in his sleep and nuzzled his head in closer to her back, pulling her in tighter. Waverly snickered quietly and started rubbing his arm to soothingly wake him.


Sawyer murmured and snuggled in deeper, his breath tickling her bare back. 


“Not yet,” he muttered; his voice was raspy and low, attracting her more than he ever had. 


Waverly cautiously turned her body so she was facing him and his eyes blinked open, exposing their unique and stunning features. “Yes, yet,” she replied. “We have things to do today.” 


Sawyer, who’s arms were still wrapped around her, clenched around her waist. “Hmmm…like?”


Chapter 38: The Truth Hurts