Alpha Of The North: His Weakness, Her Curse

TRIGGER WARNING!!! This is rated 18+. Alpha Parthe is as dark as described. If you are not into dark romance, please, in the name of everything holy...

***Excerpt***

"My breath just made you quiver," He leaned closer so that I could almost taste his breath, "...Then imagine what my tongue would do."

"I warned you not to play with fire if you are afraid of flames," He added, his voice hoarse with need.

My plump lips parted in response, "I am not afraid to burn for what I love." I had just stirred something in him that had lay dormant all his life.

"Then so be it... Princess."

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She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon craving peace. She knew he was hell, yet she chose to burn with him.

It takes a special kind of woman to handle his darkness and tame his demons.

Alpha Parthe comes from a bloodline of cursed Alphas, endlessly consumed by the need to track and kill, constantly plagued by the scent of blood.

The more they kill, the more they want to kill. It only gets worse on every full moon.

No one mated to an Alpha from the Wild Wolf pack ever lived more than two years. And every Alpha from that lineage dies at thirty-three due to the curse.

Parthe vowed never to have a mate or a son. But these vows crumble when he meets a girl he considers 'little and insignificant.'

The fate of Luxuria, who was set to marry the love of her life, Kahel, takes a drastic turn when she finds out she was mated to this cursed Alpha, whom she dreaded with her life.

What happens when his curse gradually seeps into Luxuria, the woman who was meant to be his remedy?

FLASH FORWARD

LUXURIA'S POV

The chill wind whipped through the stone archways of the Ash Mountain pack, filtering into the large chamber where I sat.

The chilling wind was nothing compared to the icy dread in my heart.

Outside, in the courtyard, the ceremony was prepared. Not a marriage ceremony, as my lineage demanded, but a mating ceremony.

I would be the first in my lineage to be mated without a proper marriage ceremony.

Tonight was the night of the full moon.

Tonight, I am to be joined, not to a man of my choosing. Not to the man I have always loved. Not even to the man close to my dream man. But to the beast who ruled the neighboring lands with an iron paw. The Alpha Of The North.

I clutched the silver locket at my throat. A gift that had been given to me by the man I would do anything to spend the rest of my life with, the Beta of my father's pack, Beta Kahel. He was my secret lover. But fate was so cruel to have torn us apart.

Kahel had vowed to challenge the Alpha of the North, Alpha Parthe, to fight for our love... but what if the darkness of this enemy, Alpha Parthe, had already seeped into my very soul, contaminating my innocence?

A knock at the chamber door made my heart jump. It was Rella, my step-sister.

"My lady," she purred, eyes glittering with malice far deeper than mere jealousy, her voice dripping with mockery, "He has arrived. The Cursed Alpha."

The joy in Rella's voice. The satisfaction on her face. Sending me off to my death. They all couldn't wait to get rid of me. My father, stepmother, siblings, pack members. Everyone.

They all saw me as a curse. Finding out that I was mated to Alpha Parthe, they confirmed that I was truly cursed and deserved to be mated to someone as cursed as I was.

No woman ever mated to an Alpha from the lineage of the Wild Wolf pack ever lived more than two years. They all disappear mysteriously.

I saw my own reflection in the mirror. My warm blue eyes suddenly gleamed with a dull shade of red, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Quick enough for Rella not to have noticed it.

This was a secret no one knew about. A secret I tried to run away from after the forbidden night with the cursed Alpha.

A night I regret.

I had fled from him as soon as it was dawn, even before he woke up from his slumber, but fate drew the perfect map and led him straight to my father's doorstep two days ago, coming to lay claims on his mate.

HOW IT ALL STARTED.