Imara Parker is running from a curse that is supposed to kill her before she's 25. When she moves to a new safehouse, a young farmer (werewolf) named Ben delivers food to her, and they realize they are mates. Her brother tries to keep them apart but eventually gives in, and they get married. Things go well for a while, but Nightmares of Imara's death plague ben. One day he comes home to find a strange man at his kitchen table, realizes his family is dead, and the stranger curses him to relive his torment over and over for eternity, then kills Ben. Fifty years later, Ben wakes up in a house that doesn't belong to him, recovering from the stab wound that killed him. As he's leaving, he comes face to face with Imara and her brother again. Ben and Imara have blocked out their traumatic memories and don't realize they are mates. But her brother remembers and hires Ben to be Imara's bodyguard. Ben eventually remembers and vows to never allow Imara to remember or to let her love him, thinking he's the curse. Imara eventually remembers as well and is so heartbroken over what happens that she is inconsolable. They both die again, but while Imara is in the spirit world, she is given magic knives but the Darke King, who happens to be Ben's ancestor. With her new tool against their enemy, Imara returns fifty years later and is reunited with Ben; they train to defeat the man that cursed them. Ben is able to defeat the warlock, then goes in search of Imara in the magical world; they live happily ever after.

Cursed (The Broken Immortals Book 2)

/"Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub./" A faint ticking filled his wolf’s ears, and Ben’s eyes snapped open.

He pushed himself up to his elbows and looked around the room as the early morning light filtered through the shutters. Not seeing anything out of place, he closed his eyes and laid down on his pillow beside Imara. /"Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub./" The quick, faint ticking came again, but this time lingered in his ears. He’d heard that sound before on his wife.

Leaning into her neck, his nostrils flared, and when he caught the scent, his eyes pinched shut. His fingertips slid along her silk gown and wrapped around her belly. As the pulse of life surged underneath his palm once again, he whispered so Imara wouldn’t hear it. /"Hi, Sweet Pea./"

Imara’s soft whimpers made her stretch her arms above her head, and she rolled back onto Ben. For a second, she forgot all the pain and fear and smiled up at him. /"Good morning, handsome./"

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