Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

Chapter 2

Word Count: 976 | Released on: 30/04/2026

g me into a cheap, scratchy white lace dress. Without a single blessing, I was dragged out of th

ors of the Blackwood Pack Hous

of warmth. The large fireplace remained unlit. On a side table, an unopened bottle of cham

ed into l

's your first night, my lady! The whole pack will think you're a laughingstock. They say

n't have an inner wolf to howl for my mate, but I had my memories. I knew Kaelen wasn't just a

epared. I brewed a steaming mug of the infusion, the air filling with my na

the mug to Nia. "Give it to Beta Marcus. Tell him it's

oubtful but

that mug into the high-tech command center, the scent would cut through Kaelen's haze. It woul

sterile smell of new linen

A powerful, frosty scent of Siberian cedar and snow bled under the doorf

the silent hallway, stop

oak door swung open, and the tempera

man, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe. His piercing ice-blue

resh towels in her arms nearly fell. The other maids kept their eyes glued to

e was a low, gravelly rumble that

ing the heavy door shut behind them. The click of the l

at the champagne chilling in the corner. He paced toward the u

an, his tone entirely devoid of warmth. "But do not m

my arms around myself to play t

a broken pact. Let me make this completely clear. I do not need a mate. I do not want a mate. I

absolute protection of the Blackwood Pack. In exchange, you will raise those boys as your own. But I will nev

aiting for the tears, the begging, the shattered dreams of a young bride real

f unshed tears to my eyes. I let my shoulders slump,

submissive curtsy. "I am just a wolfless Omega. To be granted your protection and not be be

across the room,

er compliance baffled him. He searched my face for any sign of deceit, anger, or hidden ambition,

ly muttered, his voice tigh

angement, Kaelen gave me one last, unreadable look. Then, he turned his bro

ait," I c

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“"Wake up, you wolfless trash!" My half-sister slapped me hard across the face, snatching the glowing moonstone token from my neck. "I'm going to the Royal Court to be the Queen! Enjoy your cursed, monstrous Alpha!" Watching her arrogant sneer, I had to bite my lip so hard it bled just to stop myself from laughing out loud. She had been reborn, just like me. She thought stealing my token meant stealing my glorious destiny as the Alpha King's Luna. What she didn't know was that the golden palace was a slaughterhouse. In my past life, the King ruthlessly pinned me to the freezing floor and forced poisoned wine down my throat, watching me die in agony just to use me as a disposable meat shield for his true love. If my sister wanted to rush to her death, I would gladly hold the door for her. I faked terrified sobs as my family tossed me like garbage into the Blackwood Pack's carriage. I was forced to marry Alpha Kaelen-a man rumored to be a violent, cursed lunatic raising three feral, adopted pups. Everyone waited for his beast to tear me apart on our wedding night. Instead, the towering, icy Alpha stood miles away from my side of the bed. "I don't need a mate, and I will never touch you," he warned coldly. "You are only here to be a nanny to my boys. Do not harbor any foolish romantic fantasies." I bowed my head submissively. "I understand, Alpha." I didn't need his love. I only planned to use my past-life knowledge to cure his deadly curse, tame his three future-apex-predator sons, and ruthlessly crush his toxic, arrogant relatives to turn his pack into my own untouchable empire. But things didn't go exactly according to my plan. When I effortlessly turned his "feral" pups into fiercely loyal sons, and publicly stripped his vicious stepmother of her power... the icy tyrant completely lost his mind. The man who swore he would never touch me suddenly cornered me in the dead of night. His eyes burned with a feral, unhinged obsession as his massive, trembling frame trapped me against the wall. Like a desperate believer, he buried his face in my neck, his voice impossibly hoarse: "Elara... I'll give you my life. Just don't look at anyone else, please?"”