Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 634 | Released on: 30/04/2026

for a frightened Omega. Kaelen paused, his bro

fixed on the floorboards. "They will smell the Rejection on me by morning. The

they locked onto me. He hadn't expected this. He had brace

in my submissive posture. "But it will breed instability in your Pack. More importantly... how will the pups respect

between us, thic

the absolute bottom and focusing entirely on his honor and his pups, I m

ased the doorknob and stepped back into the room. "But the

, Alpha,"

s heavy suit jacket. Seeing an opportunity to test the absolute limits of his boundarie

Alpha," I s

pace, the air in the room instantly crystallized. A feral, chest-ratt

ng to a lethal, beastly octave that c

back, bowing my head

beneath his anger confirmed my suspicions. His aversion wasn't just disgust; it was a desperate, cursed s

on the extreme edge, the suffocating scent of Siberian cedar and winter fros

offered

felt his heavy hands pinning me to the freezing stone floor. The agonizing burn of the poisoned wine tore through my throat, ch

. so c

I needed warmth. I drifted across the mattress, drawn blindly to the onl

ing hot. My arm draped over a thick, muscular chest, my

avy, unsuppressed wave of my wild hyacinth scent, t

ence, followed by a violent shudder that felt li

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Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

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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?"”