Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

Chapter 8

Word Count: 730 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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porcelain plate, hyper-aware of the heavy, piercing gaze fixed upon me. Alpha Kaelen sat at the head of

of a starving predator dissecting its prey. Every time I looked up, his piercing ice-blue eyes were already ther

e suffocating pressure, I set my silver fork down and offered a soft, pol

second-something raw, feral, and dangerously possessive-before it was violently buried benea

ingle word severing our b

man was carved from glacial ice. It was a stark reminder

d to see her smiling warmly from her seat. "Your knowledge of healing herbs and your swift ac

polished silver tray. Resting on the velvet cushion was a he

," Seraphina announced, her voice carrying clearly across the hall, a delib

raped violently against her plate. Her

of real power. I stood up slightly, bowing my head in perfect respect as I took the he

tical cage I had first walked into was gone. A fire crackled in the hearth,

om memory-the same designs I had perfected during those long, lonely years locked in the Royal Palace in m

ely at ease now that his stomach was healed. Jaxon stood nearby, no

ant, stood quietly as the tailor finished his measurements. He looked down at his bare feet, then slowl

ard, burying his small face

ice trembling and barely audible ov

ody into a fierce, gentle hug until he completely relaxed against me. In this warm roo

House grounds, I knew I had to prepare myself. The formal Pack dinner was approaching, and in

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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?"”