Kamilat_abubakar

The Cursed Alpha’s Mate

For centuries, the Nightbane bloodline has been cursed—an unbreakable fate that dooms every Alpha to lose their mate. Alexander Nightbane, the formidable Alpha of Nightfall Pack, has spent his life defying destiny. Ruthless in battle and unwavering in duty, he refuses to surrender to the darkness that haunts his lineage.

But everything changes the night he meets Aria Vale—a rogue with a past as mysterious as the curse itself. Fierce, elusive, and burdened by secrets, Aria is the one woman Alexander can’t ignore. Their bond is undeniable, their attraction intoxicating. Yet the moment they touch, the curse stirs, threatening to consume them both.

With war brewing on the horizon and Kael Draven, a rogue Alpha, hunting Aria for his own sinister purposes, Alexander and Aria must uncover the truth buried in ancient blood oaths and forbidden prophecies. The key to breaking the curse lies within Aria’s past—but unlocking it could cost her everything.

When love is both their salvation and their downfall, will they defy fate… or succumb to it?

A tale of fated mates, dark magic, and an Alpha’s desperate fight against destiny—The Cursed Alpha’s Mate is a gripping paranormal romance filled with passion, danger, and a love powerful enough to rewrite fate.

The Cursed Alpha's Mate

<p>The night wasn't just dark—it was *hungry*. It pressed against the Nightfall Pack's stronghold like a starved beast, gnawing at the watchfires until their flames guttered low. Even the stones seemed to hold their breath. Those ancient, moss-cracked slabs had survived a dozen wars, but tonight, they trembled. Smoke coiled from the braziers, bitter and greasy, but beneath it festered the stench of old blood. **Not fresh. Not yet.** Just enough to make the wolves pacing the ramparts bare their teeth at shadows.  </p>

<p>Aria's knuckles whitened around the balcony's rusted iron rail. Below, the lake glittered like a shattered mirror, each shard reflecting the swollen blood moon. She'd always loved this view—**the pines clawing at the sky, the loon's midnight dirge**—but tonight, it mocked her. **Change was coming. Not the soft kind that crept in with dawn, but the kind that ripped roots from soil and left scars.**  </p>

Chapter 65: Shadows of the Blood Moon II