The alpha cursed mate

The Nightmare's born

The courtyard was chaos.

Mordred’s soldiers once confident, silver-armed, and sure now screamed like children lost in the dark. Not because they were dying.

But because they were dreaming.

And the dreams weren’t theirs.

They were Mira’s.

No the baby’s.

It started when her feet touched the ground again. Her eyes dimmed from black to silver. She blinked and then the air twisted.

Reality flickered like candlelight in a storm.

One soldier gasped as shadows wrapped around his neck. Another dropped his sword and clutched his ears, shrieking about whispers that wouldn’t stop.

“They’re in my head! They’re inside!”

He fell, convulsing, as something invisible tore open his chest.

Mira stood in the center of it all, unmoving, eyes half-lidded, body swaying gently.

“Mira,” Kade said, stepping to her with caution, “you need to close whatever that was. They’re dying.”

“I’m not doing this,” she whispered, trembling. “The baby is.”

Kade froze.

“What?”

Her hands clutched her belly as a new ripple pulsed out stronger than before.

And in that moment, the truth hit him like lightning:

The child wasn’t just a vessel.

It was a weapon.

Mordred staggered to his knees, blood leaking from his nose. His mind buckled under the weight of what he was seeing.

He saw his dead wife, reborn in flame, screaming his name.

He saw himself on a throne of corpses, his eyes hollow.

He saw Mira eyes black as the void walking through fire with his head in her hand.

And then he screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it!!” he howled, crawling away like a broken animal.

Mira stepped forward.

The baby kicked again.

And time itself paused.

A whisper danced through the air:

“He deserves worse.”

Kade recognized the voice now.

Veyra.

Mira collapsed to her knees, gasping.

Kade caught her.

The soldiers were either dead or unconscious. Only Mordred remained half-crawled out of the courtyard, silver blade forgotten, pride shattered.

“You… you demon,” he spat. “You’re not my daughter.”

Mira met his gaze. Her voice was like frost and fire.

“No. I’m your curse.”

Then she turned her back on him forever.

Later that night, the fires were put out, the dead burned.

Kade held Mira in the healing chambers, her head resting against his chest.

“You need to decide,” he said quietly. “Is this child going to destroy the world… or save it?”

She didn’t answer at first.

Then, eyes glistening with tears and rage, she whispered:

“I think the world deserves to burn.”