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

Waverly’s muscles tensed. It was the moment they all knew was coming at some point but didn’t expect it to actually happen.


“What?” she asked, hoping that maybe she misheard him.


Sawyer continued rummaging through the papers and drawers, searching for something.


“What’re you doing?” Waverly asked. 


He pulled out a knife and tucked it into the back of his jeans. Waverly stared at him, stunned. 


“What—how.. why do you have that?” 


Sawyer kept his attention on himself. “For protection.” 


“Exactly this,” he replied as he hurriedly left the room. 


Waverly followed in behind him, rushing to catch up. “For Christopher? You plan to kill him?” 


“If I have to,” Sawyer answered as he threw on his jacket. 


“Well, I’m coming with you,” Waverly demanded. She shoved her feet into her shoes and threw on her jacket. 


“It’s not a request,” she rebutted. 


Sawyer looked at her; his blue and brown eyes stoically observed her.


Chapter 60: Truth Be Told