The Curse of the Alpha

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on't stop until my back

nd a natural ceiling of dirt, which seems un

and floors are caked with dirt and fresh growth. Water drips d

I can see, the

to my hands. Thi

efuse to acknowledge it. This was meant to be a fun, stupid trip

a tomb that can only

reluctant gaze t

right and polished, as if it were just put her

gi

with crystal clear water. It looks like a

hes get wetter as I remain pressed against t

. It means there

p locks of hair back. My curiosity has gotten

the tile toward the pool. I mus

ight source anywhere. Instead, the light seems to be coming from t

look similar to what Hazel has in her spell books, which she

shallow pool. The water is bitterly cold

e surface, I shuffle close

to push this lid off and there is

he surface. It's remarkably beautiful, but in a sad, tragi

n muster, I brace my dirty ha

nstick from whatever ancient seal was on it, and it slides o

on is drawn to the far wall, where a mechani

. A wa

k down into the casket, my b

hat laps gently against the casket walls, finally disturbed af

runches up

sending the water splashing out all over me and in

s until I trip on the pool's ledge

g up in the c

e at him,

s forehead, nearly covering his eyes. He breathes in deeply, fra

is skin from his fingers to his arms, to his shoulders and chest. They work around his

y, he turns his h

ght between the ribs. It's a more bru

is eyes are shockingly blue as they stare me down. They are t

oice that clearly hasn't been used in

I've been too terr

lpha...A man who was locked down here because

e got me confused with someone e

trongly, so confidently that my b

be an excuse, a way out of this. Maybe Hazel's magic

head, surve

he murmurs as that ga

has kept him locked in here. Maybe I could play it off as being an explor

s,

e isn't relenting, and

if my proximity might convin

d him. I'm convinced I'm about to join him in that horrid water but I sink

ld desire when meeting their mate. It's urg

...sparks. He r

is shoulders, I yank mysel

pleased about it or not. That strikingly handsome face has

lly. “Yuck…That water is

tself between his brows. “It

, rough estim

a bizarre creature that needs

d with a powerful Alpha, if the stories are

assures me, although it

ancing toward the stairwell that has just revealed itself. Hopeful

he grabs my arm again. H

le of walking yet. I need magic

t those tattooed fingers wrapped ar

near.” He looks around be

tenses

hich has caught the attention of this powerful Alpha. If he finds her,

to go.” I try to yank my arm fr

leave. You’

ds drift off into nothingness. I may have just committed a

eyes are so blue, rimme

ou mean…Okay, Im going to go,

l know wh

x w

I can’t be the one to break the curse, to release this m

me. I owe you my

rls already. It would be a beautiful sight if it w

the intentions to resurre

y name i

l away. Looking down, I note the red

know the legend, or

even know you tru

"How could

ormal." I realise I’m explaining this to a man who has been into

slowly, trying to make sen

hey don't exactly advertise

y n

. People move on, I guess

is power is something to fear, and should never be releas

're so dangerous then? Why risk

ns. "I am not

was their

n

my face. How am I g

not to be harsh as it needs to be said. "There is a new Alpha

ter as soon as possible. "I am going to m

N

strength retur

ut of here and as far away from this man

our mate," I tell him, rounding the cas

me to return as I stri

nows that wherever I