The alpha cursed mate

when the witches came

The wind carried the scent first wild jasmine and burnt bone.

Mira knew it even before the guards called it out.

“Witches,” the scout growled, landing on the gravel path outside the main gate. “Three of them. Cloaked. Hovering.”

Kade stood at the front, flanked by two betas and Mira just behind him, her silver cloak rippling in the rising wind.

He glanced at her. “Friends of yours?”

“Not mine,” she muttered. “My mother’s.”

The three witches descended slowly, their feet never touching the ground. Their eyes glowed green, gold, and midnight blue. They wore matching cloaks of ash-gray fabric stitched with runes that shimmered like starlight.

The tallest one, the one in the center, raised her hands.

“We come in warning,” she said, voice ringing like a bell and a blade all at once.

Kade stiffened. “You’re not welcome here.”

The smallest witch stepped forward a young woman with a face too pale and eyes too old.

“Then you’ll burn with the rest.”

Mira stepped between them. “What warning?”

The lead witch High Sister Athera turned her eerie gaze to Mira and said:

“The child you carry is not a child. It is a veilbreaker. A seed planted by the Void King. A herald of the Rift.”

Mira’s blood ran cold.

“We know,” she whispered.

Athera tilted her head. “Then why haven’t you ended it?”

Mira’s jaw clenched. “Because it’s mine.”

The third witch, silent until now, rasped, “You fool. It’s not just yours. It belongs to both worlds. And when it wakes, this pack will be the first to fall.”

Kade’s wolves bared their teeth. The witches didn’t flinch.

Mira stepped forward. “What do you want?”

“To sever the bond before it roots,” Athera said. “A ritual. Blood for blood. If you give us the child willingly, we can banish Veyra back to the Void.”

“No,” Mira said flatly.

“You don’t understand,” Athera hissed. “Veyra doesn’t want a child. He wants a vessel. A body to wear. And you’re making it for him.”

Mira’s heart pounded.

The mark on her belly burned in response.

She took a step back. “I won’t let you touch it.”

Kade placed a hand on her shoulder, firm and warm. “She made her choice.”

Athera’s eyes narrowed.

“Then so have we.”

The three witches turned, cloaks whipping like wings, and disappeared in a gust of wind but not before the youngest whispered:

“When the veil breaks, not even your Alpha can protect you.”

That night, thunder rolled across the sky.

Mira stood on the rooftop of the pack house, staring into the storm clouds.

And below her, in the stone courtyard… her father waited.

He had returned.

With soldiers.

With silver blades.

And eyes filled with vengeance.