The Curse that Feeds on My Alpha
At nine months pregnant, my family was utterly destroyed.
I ran to beg my Alpha mate, Ethan, for help.
But as I reached his study, I heard his subordinate's voice from inside.
"Alpha, as you ordered, we've cut off all supplies to that Omega's family."
"But if the Luna finds out, could it affect the pup?"
Ethan's disdainful sneer echoed from the room. "What Luna? She's nothing but a tool to keep Isabella alive."
"In bed, Aria can't hold a candle to Isabella."
"Letting her carry that mutt is more than she deserves."
Only then did I realize: the mate I had loved for eight years was the one who had personally dragged my family into hell.
I burst in to confront him, but Ethan, his face a cold mask, shattered my wrist.
"Aria, once Isabella's inner wolf is stable, I will compensate you."
He ordered his men to force-feed me suppressants, clamp a silver collar around my neck, and strip me naked before throwing me into an abandoned warehouse to be tormented by a pack of rogues for ten days and nights.
As a result, I lost the pup I was carrying.
When I saw Ethan again, he held my battered body tight. "The pup is gone, but we can have another. Let's start over. Please?"
But in my heart, all that remained was an all-consuming hatred.
They knew the golden mark on my body could grant power, but they didn't know this power stemmed from my love.
When my heart turned to pure resentment, the mark transformed into the blood-red Curse of the Wolf—a power that could unravel everything.
And the curse fed on one thing: the inner wolf of every last member of the Moonstone Pack.