Fated To The Cursed And Tainted Alpha
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
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Chapter 9
~LEILANI RAVENWOOD~
There was evil in my world.
Men and wolves had always found reasons to fight, spill blood and to claim power over the other. I had grown up knowing violence wore many faces, fangs, claws and crowns. But now, I had come to understand that there was a greater evil. One that slept dormant for decades and awakened only to tear the world apart piece by piece. To tear my world apart, piece by piece.
And the name of this evil of Sebastian Kol.
As promised, he showed me no mercy. I remained hung with the chains for what felt like an eternity, my feet barely grazing the cold stone floor. I was suspended like meat. No food. No water. No one to answer my cries. Thirst burned at my throat until swallowing felt like tearing flesh. The pain felt as though I was being flayed from the inside, as if something was slowly peeling my soul away from my body.
Not even prisoners were treated like this in the western district tribe.
I had begun to wish for death.
The thought came quietly at first, then louder, more persistent. Death would be mercy. Death would be rest. Death would free me from the beast who had claimed me as his spoil. But even that escape was denied to me.
The enchanted chains suppressed my wolf, muffled her voice until she was nothing but a distant echo. I could not shift. I could not heal properly. I could not even muster the strength to slam my head against the wall hard enough to end it.
I was helpless.
That was the cruelest part.
When the iron lock finally rattled, the sound scraped against my nerves like a blade. Footsteps followed. Measured and unhurried. I couldn't tell if hope or dread settled heavier in my chest.
It was the same woman. The one who had come before with the male executive. The one who I fought with.
Her mouth curled up in a smirk when she reached my front, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the sight.
Another woman stood beside her this time. Broader, stronger, and her presence felt wrong too but it differed from the male. Her scent wasn't as tainted as his was.
"Well," the first woman drawled, circling me. "Look at you."
Her fingers brushed my arm, not gentle, not curious. Mocking. "The great Ravenwood heir. Reduced to a hanging carcass."
I swallowed, my throat raw. My lips cracked when I tried to speak, but no sound came.
She laughed softly. "What's wrong? No fight left in you?"
The second woman didn't wait.
Her fist slammed into my stomach with brutal force.
Pain detonated inside me. I choked, coughing violently as something warm filled my mouth. Blood spilled down my chin, splattering onto the floor beneath me. My vision flashed white, then black, and I sagged against the chains.
Fight back.
The thought screamed inside my head, but my body didn't respond.
Panic surged, hot and suffocating. I tried to draw my knee up, tried to swing, tried anything. Nothing worked. My limbs felt like they no longer belonged to me.
I forced my mouth open. "S-stop... please..."
The first woman clicked her tongue. "Still begging."
The second woman stepped closer, holding a syringe filled with clear liquid. "Hold her still."
I thrashed weakly as the needle was plunged into my shoulder. Fire raced through my veins, followed by a cold that spread too fast, too deep. My muscles locked instantly, every nerve screaming as my body went rigid.
I couldn't move.
Not my arms. Not my legs. Not even my fingers.
The chains loosened.
The sudden release sent a jolt of relief through my shoulders as my arms fell limply to my sides. However, I collapsed instead, my body feeling useless and paralyzed. My face hit the stone floor, cheek scraping painfully.
Tears blurred my vision.
"Please," I whispered, my voice slurred. "I need to speak to your master."
The woman laughed. "The only thing you'll be speaking to is water."
Hands grabbed my hair, forcing my head up and a huge bowl was shoved underneath me. Within mere seconds, my face was shoved into the massive bowl filled with cold water. Panic exploded instantly within me. I tried to scream, but the water rushed into my mouth, my nose and my ears. It burned. It invaded every space, stealing my breath.
I thrashed, but my body wouldn't obey.
I was drowning.
My chest convulsed violently. My wolf howled weakly, trapped and suffocating alongside me.
Darkness began to creep in heavily and my body was mere seconds away from giving up. My struggles slowed as I began to accept my fate. This was the death I had wished for. Finally, I was going to get it.
"She's gone silent." I heard the second woman mutter. "If she dies, the High King will be furious."
My head was yanked up violently, water fallinh from my hair and I was thrown against the wall in one push. Pain flared through my spine, but air rushed into my lungs in a desperate gasp.
I coughed uncontrollably, dragging in breath after breath like it might be taken again at any moment.
My father's council was right. Those that tasted Sebastian's blood couldn't be sated. They were far stronger, ferocious and mad. My experience with this two female and the other male had proven that correct.
I had to do something.
I lifted my head with what little strength I had left. Blood and water dripped from my chin as I met their gazes.
"Tell your master," I rasped, my voice barely holding together, "that I have something he desires."
Both women paused.
I swallowed painfully. "A way to tame the wildlings he's created. The ones he can't control." I finished, referring to their kind.
Silence stretched thick between us.
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. The bargain I was offering. The risk I was taking. But my pack was ruined. My friends were captives. And a lifetime of chains awaited me if I did nothing.
Rashidat's voice echoed in my mind, soft and grave.
I could reverse what Sebastian had corrupted. I could undo him.
He was building an army of tainted wolves corrupted by his blood, but they appeared to be out of control. Perharps that was an inconvenience to him.
And if my blood could calm his monster... maybe it could do the same to them.
The women narrowed their eyes, a chuckle escaping their lips. "It appears your time here has driven you mad if you believe that you're in any position to bargain with the High King. You don't set the rules, he does. And just in case you haven't noticed, there is nothing you can offer him to buy your freedom. He owns you now. Everything you have belongs to him, including your precious blood and he will do with it as he pleases." One said to me with a cruel sort of delight.
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8.8
"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
7.6
A jagged spike of agony woke Kiana up in a filthy stone room.
She had transmigrated into the body of a notorious, exiled matriarch in a brutal wasteland.
Before she could even process her new reality, she saw a massive, bloodied man huddled in the corner, trembling in absolute terror.
Foreign memories detonated in her brain: the original Kiana swinging a spiked whip, laughing as she tore his flesh open.
He was her husband, and she was a monster who tortured her own consorts.
The situation was a complete death trap.
Another husband stormed in, throwing down a marriage contract and demanding to sever their ties, which would leave her to be eaten by mutated beasts.
Outside, her third husband lay dying from a toxic wound while the rest of the tribe mocked her, eagerly waiting for her downfall.
Scanning her own body, Kiana discovered her face was covered in ugly purple bruises.
The original host hadn't just been naturally insane; she had been secretly fed a chronic poison by political enemies, destroying her beauty and driving her mad until she was exiled.
As a survivor from a modern apocalypse, the sight of broken, enslaved men made her skin crawl.
She refused to die in this savage wasteland as a pawn in someone else's twisted game.
Kiana tossed the contract back to the furious man.
"Give me three months. I will save him, and I swear I won't touch you."
With her apocalyptic healing powers and a newly awakened Spatial System, she was going to rewrite the rules of this primitive world.
9.5
I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone.
But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn.
His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side.
I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes.
Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle.
Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia.
He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind?
This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
7.3
Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined.
On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry.
In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her.
Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit.
Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite.
Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her.
"This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered.
Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status.
But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust.
Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air.
"If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family."
"But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez."
She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.