Kiara_Nicole

“Did you perhaps think I would accept you, the runt of the pack as well as someone destined to bring us doom just because you are my mate? If you ever thought so, then you are incredibly naïve.” He said looking down at me condescendingly.

“Then just reject me and let me leave the pack please.” I screamed, already at my wits end.

“Oh little redhead, do squash whatever hopes you have of running away because, I, the Alpha of the Blue River pack promise that I will never reject you as long as I live. Instead I will make you suffer so much that you will lose whatever courage you have in you to bring doom.” He declared after he grabbed my face and made me look right into his obsidian eyes.

Eyes that seem to see through my soul and uncover my deepest darkest desire.

Arielle Hale, born on the lunar eclipse and dubbed a child destined to bring woe to the pack narrowly escapes death and is given a chance to live on. She is then brought up as the runt of the pack and abused till she had no will of her own.

She has a plan though.

Leave the pack on the day of the new Alpha’s coronation and never come back.

Her plan is full proof but fate has other plans.

Declared as the mate of the newly crowned Alpha, she has no choice but to stay on.

Like other tales, there should be a rejection but this Alpha has other plans.

Keep your friends closer and your enemies even closer.

Lucinda’s world is plunged into a world of chaos, pain, pleasure and surprisingly love.

It is soon revealed that the tale is not only Lucinda’s as another person lurks in the shadow.

Follow the story of the Cursed Alpha’s Mate as this is not your usual tale but one of twists, turns and surprises.

Mated To The Pack’s Doom

I stood by the small opening in the tent wondering what was taking Riley and Baron so long.

Damien had mentioned that Baron didn't sustain any injury at all. So why wasn't he here yet?

It was already noon and that was not like him at all. Even if he had to run errands for Simon, he always showed up— even if it was just to tell me that he wouldn't be there the whole time.

I kept searching the outside trees of the garden, hoping that I would see him watching me from the shadows. But all I saw were guards— and the trees.

"My lady…" A young voice called, automatically pulling me away from the window.

"I am sorry but my arm really hurts badly…"

I turned to find a young toddler showing me her bruised arm. Her skin was peeled off slightly from the edges and there were blood clots all over the ugly patch.

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