Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

Chapter 4

Word Count: 532 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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he fabric of my sleepwear, and li

demanding I shove her away before I lost control and shattered her fragile human frame. But my Inner Wol

PULL HER CLO

ly extracted my arm from her grasp. I shoved the heavy duvet firmly down the center of the mattress, creating

my senior Omega servant, collected the bed linens. A faint, fabricated

mated Mating to fool the Pack. She was brilliantly deceptive,

reat Hall felt like

's hope the Moon Goddess blesses this union," Debbra sneered, taking a slow sip

d a serene smile. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways, Lady Debbra.

rs opened. My three adopted sons-Jaxon, Asher, a

nger brothers. His small body was tense, his fists clenched, and his gray eyes glared at Elara with intense, untrusting hostility. They had b

aze sharpened. She didn't look at his

, Jaxon," she m

ing to be struck. His hostile glare faltered into pure bewildermen

her of his boots straining at the

l of a practical, grounding warmth. She didn't force him to come closer. "Your foot

oots. He had built a towering wall of hostility, ready to fight her, but s

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Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

Qijia Lady Werewolf

“"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?"”