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 followed behind Sawyer into the house. As soon as they entered, he stripped himself of his suit jacket and tossed it onto the entry way bench. His eyes were puffy, and his jaw was clenched. 


“Can I help you with anything?” Waverly asked, taking off her shoes.


Sawyer shook his head, avoiding eye contact. “No,” he responded. “I think I’m just going to head to the office and finish some paperwork.”


Waverly reached out to him. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about this?” 


Sawyer planted a kiss on her forehead, which Waverly savoured. As upset and broken as she was, she was only feeling a fraction of what he was. 


“Thank you,” he said softly. “But I’m okay. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” 


Waverly moved her head up and down and watched as he picked up his jacket, slung it over his shoulder, and disappeared around the corner. 


Chapter 87: Stages of Grief