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“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

"Hey, pass the eggs and flour!" Riley exclaimed as she kneaded the flour dough. We were in the kitchen and though the plan was just to make a couple of cakes, Riley turned competitive.

"Hold on, let me finish whisking these eggs—" I grunted but the words were barely out of my mouth before she snatched the bowl of eggs from me.

"You are just too slow!" She hissed before turning to a maid. "She uses extra sugar in her cakes. I can't let her do that."

"That's a lie," I yelled, going to her.

But her eyes lit up with amusement as she waved her batter filled hands at me. "Oh? Aren't I your friend? I know you always add too much sugar, like that day!"

"Riley, it was that one time!" I cried out, narrowing my eyes at her. "And we both know your cooking is the worst! In fact you are the worst of the worst."

"What do you mean by that?" Riley playfully frowned and I wiggled my brows, happy that I had her.

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