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The Cursed Alpha’s Unwanted And Powerless Wife

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The Cursed Alpha's Unwanted And Powerless Wife

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She was told she was born to be nothing.

At 21, Annabelle Wright still can't shift. While every other she-wolf found their wolf at 18, Annabelle remains empty. Wolfless. Scarred. Neglected.

Her foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wright, took her in not out of love, but out of convenience. Her foster sister Clara is everything she is not—beautiful, powerful, adored. Clara is promised to an Alpha. Annabelle is promised to the mop and the cold kitchen floor, wearing Clara's old torn clothes, hiding the faded scar on her cheek that makes everyone call her unlovable.

Every night she prayed for her wolf. Every night her wolf never came.

Then the debt collectors came knocking.

Half a million dollars. That's what her foster parents owe. And they have only one thing left to offer.

Her.

"You are 21 and of no use to us," Mrs. Wright hisses, throwing a cheap, stained white dress at her face. "But even you can serve a purpose. The Cursed Alpha will take you."

The Cursed Alpha.

Alpha Jason Thorn.

His name is not spoken—it is whispered in fear across all packs. 29, scarred like a monster, eyes dead. They say he is cursed by a Witch Queen. They say no woman has ever survived a night in his castle. Seven brides. Seven mysteries. Seven women who vanished without a trace.

Clara laughs when she hears Annabelle is to be his eighth bride. "Perfect. The ugly, powerless girl and the cursed monster. At least she will finally be good for something."

She is brought, trembling, in that cheap white dress to his territory. A dark, frozen castle where no flowers grow. Where the pack looks at her with pity.

Because everyone believes she will not last the night.

Her wedding night. The Blood Moon is rising. Red. Full. Ominous.

He enters the room. Huge. Shadows. Scars running down his neck, his chest, his hands. He looks at her—at her scar, her shaking hands, her tears—not with cruelty, but with cold warning.

"Don't touch me," he growls, his voice broken. "If you touch me, you will be in danger. Just like the others."

She nods, tears falling. She sits on the far corner of the bed, waiting.

But then... something happens.

His cursed wolf—the brutal beast that frightens everyone—suddenly stops growling.

It whimpers. It crawls towards her.

And inside her chest, after 21 years of dead silence, something cracks.

A howl. Not his. Hers.

Silver light explodes from her scar. From her skin. From her heart. Her bones snap, not from pain, but from power. Her wolf—her wolf that everyone said she never had—is tearing out of her.

Not a normal wolf.

A Lunar Elf Wolf. Silver-white fur. Eyes like moonlight. A power thought extinct for a hundred years. The Goddess Wolf. The only creature in history that can break any curse... and rival any Alpha.

The entire cursed territory shakes. The dead trees bloom.

Jason falls to his knees, his cursed scars glowing silver where her light touches him, his eyes wide for the first time in ten years with something other than pain.

With awe. With hunger.

"You..." he breathes.

She has just shifted for the first time. Glowing, beautiful, powerful, no longer ugly.

And outside, the Wright family who just gave her away hears the howl and realizes—they didn't discard trash.

They gave away a Goddess.

And now they are begging on their knees at his gates for her to come back.

But the Cursed Alpha, whose curse fades for the first time under her touch, who was supposed to never want a woman, pulls her trembling, glowing body into his arms, buries his face in her neck, and whispers a vow that sounds like a threat to the world:

"They gave you to me. You are MY bride. My Luna. My cure. And I will burn this entire world to ash before I ever let them take you back."

She was given away as a powerless sacrifice.

Now, she is the most powerful Luna who ever lived.

And the monster who was supposed to frighten her on her wedding night... is the only man who ever looked at her like she was worthy of love.

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Will she break his curse even if it costs her wolf?

Will her family try to steal her power back?

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Given To The Monster
*Chapter 1: Given To The Monster* Her name was Annabelle Wright, twenty years old, and the only unshifted wolf in her family. "It's amazing how no cream can fix that," her adopted sister Clara said, smiling. "That mark just stays. Forever unwanted." Annabelle kept ironing the dress, her hands shaking. The faint mark on her left cheek burned. Twenty years of being the adopted daughter who cooked and cleaned, called powerless because her wolf had never come. "ANNABELLE! DOWN HERE! NOW!" Mrs. Wright's scream made her flinch. She dropped the iron and ran. In the living room, Mr. Wright stood pale. Two huge men in dark suits blocked the doorway. Not men. Wolves. She could scent it even without her own wolf. "Mr. Wright, your debt is one million dollars. Today is the last day," one said. "We don't have—" "Then we take the girl. As agreed." Annabelle froze. "What?" Mrs. Wright grabbed her arm. "You're not needed here anyway. At least you can serve a purpose!" Mr. Wright threw a simple white dress at her. It smelled of mothballs. "Put this on. You're getting married tonight." "To who?" she whispered. "Alpha Jason Thorn," he said. "The Cursed Alpha." Everyone knew that name. The most powerful Alpha in the north. Cursed by a witch. Seven Lunas. All gone on their wedding night. With no trace of them. "The cursed one and the powerless one," Clara whispered, delighted. "Perfect match." "Please, don't do this—" Annabelle begged, tears falling. Mrs. Wright held her shoulder. "You should be grateful someone will have you!" They forced the white dress over her head. No shoes. Just the mark, the tears, and the dress that was too big. Outside, rain poured. The two huge men led her to a black SUV. She banged on the window as it sped away. The Wrights didn't even watch. An hour of terror and rain later, the SUV stopped. She was helped out, bare feet sinking into cold mud. Before her was a fortress of black stone. No lights. No flowers. The air itself felt heavy and cursed. "The Thorn Fortress," the driver muttered, urging her forward. Inside, silent maids with pity in their eyes helped her clean up and left her in a huge, cold bedroom in a plain cotton nightgown. Her cheek still stung. "The Blood Moon is tonight," one maid whispered. "Pray to the Goddess, girl." Then she was alone. The bedroom was cold. The huge bed in the middle looked lonely. On the wall, seven old portraits, all turned to face the wall. Annabelle curled against the wall, shaking. Through the window, the moon rose — huge, red as blood. Then the door opened. He filled the doorway. Alpha Jason Thorn was seven feet of pure power. Black cloak, black shirt open at the chest, showing faint dark marks across his skin. His face was devastatingly handsome, but shadowed by pain. And his eyes — ice blue, distant. He looked at her like she was already a memory. "You," he said, voice like thunder. "You're the eighth." Annabelle couldn't breathe. "Please..." He walked closer. Each step made the marks on his skin pulse. "Listen to me, little wife," he said, stopping a step away. "Every woman who has stayed in this room disappeared before morning. Do you understand?" She sobbed and nodded. "So don't come close to me," he whispered, his scent — pine, snow — overwhelming her. "Don't come close to me if you want to see morning." He turned and sat on the far edge of the bed, his back to her, head in his hands. She pressed harder against the wall, crying silently. But then — the air crackled. A low, pained sound ripped from Jason's chest. He clutched his marks. They started to glow — not black. Silver. Inside Annabelle's own chest, something answered. A second heartbeat. A howl — not outside — INSIDE her. Her mark suddenly felt warm. And from the forest outside, wolves began to howl. ---

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