Alpha's Revenge: His Cursed Mate

“Damn these monsters. My pack will not be defeated like this—f*****g traitors!” My scream tore through the silence, echoing over a field littered with the corpses of my people. The smell of blood hung thick in the air, staining it crimson and choking every breath I took. Fury boiled through my veins. “Alexander, please stop—you’re exhausting yourself. Your wounds are still serious. Why don’t we retreat for now? We’ve lost the battle, Alex. Please… they have more numbers and better equipment,” whispered the red-haired woman beside me. She was right—we needed to run to the other side of the forest if we wanted to survive. But I stood there, my pants torn and my body trembling, refusing to move even a step. “Lorxian, I am the Alpha, and my orders are not to be questioned,” I growled. “We will chase them and avenge our fallen, even if we are the last ones standing from my glorious pack.” The loss of those closest to me gnawed at my soul. I ran my fingers through my jet-black hair, trying to ease the frustration threatening to break me apart. Lorxian was my beloved—the woman I planned to make my chosen mate. At thirty-five, I still hadn’t found my fated one, but that never bothered me. I truly loved Lorxian; she was all I had left after losing my parents in the previous pack wars. She didn’t argue. Instead, she took my hand and pressed her forehead to mine. My blue eyes, now glowing a deep red, reflected my rage. The sharp tips of my fangs pushed against my lips. “Calm down,” she murmured, her voice soft and warm. Her tender eyes melted my anger, and when her hand brushed my cheek, it sent butterflies rushing through me. Every touch of hers drove me wild. “Forgive me, Alexander,” she whispered suddenly, her tone changing. “You should have listened to my advice and fled. But this… this is the end of our story. The end of your life.” Her strange words barely registered before pain exploded through my body—her claws pierced my stomach, bursting through my back. “L-Lorxian…” I gasped, staring at her in disbelief. She repeated the motion again and again. I was too weak to fight back. My energy had already drained in battle, and my heart refused to harm the woman I loved beyond reason. The face before me no longer looked like the one I adored. The tenderness I once saw had vanished—replaced by cold satisfaction. She shoved me hard. My body tumbled over the cliff’s edge, crashing into the roaring river below. The icy water swallowed me whole. As I struggled to stay afloat, I saw her standing at the cliff, watching without blinking. A shadowy figure stepped from behind her and wrapped an arm around her sculpted waist. I would rather die than see her in another man’s embrace. “Well done, my love,” said the muscular stranger. “Finally, the Tokshan pack is under my control.” He kissed her deeply as hundreds of werewolves appeared around them, howling in triumph. Their victory cry echoed through my mind, searing itself into my memory. The feeling of betrayal—cold and absolute—was something I knew I would never forget, even in death. “You fool,” I whispered to myself between choking breaths. “You let your guard down. She stabbed you, betrayed your trust, abandoned you…” I couldn’t shift into my wolf form; the energy was gone. My body sank deeper. Darkness closed in. --- When I opened my eyes again, soft fingers were tracing slow circles over my chest, pressing lightly against the wound. “Ah! Damn it,” I groaned as a wave of burning pain tore through me. My veins bulged as if my body were set aflame. I was lying in a room filled with medical equipment. The air smelled clean, and for the first time since the battle, I sensed no immediate danger. “Relax. You’ll get better. Trust me,” said a calm, resonant voice that seemed to shake something deep inside me. I turned my head weakly and met her gaze—honey-colored eyes, glowing with intelligence and kindness. For reasons I couldn’t explain, my wolf instincts stirred violently inside me. Her heartbeat, the scent of her skin, the rhythm of her breathing—they all drew me in. “Who are you?” I whispered hoarsely. My slow healing told me I had been unconscious for weeks. She only smiled—a cunning, secretive curve of her lips—and looked toward the door just as someone knocked lightly. A chill ran through me. The scent that drifted in was unmistakable. Shadow Gang. One of them—the same kind of filth that had murdered my parents in the clan wars. “This injection will calm you down. Your wounds will heal faster,” she said gently, sliding the needle into my arm. A numbing wave spread through me. I wanted to curse her, to tear free from the bed, but my lips refused to move. I’ll kill you for this, witch, I thought. I am the invincible Alpha Alexander. How dare you touch me? My hearing was the last sense to fade. Footsteps approached; the woman embraced the man who entered. Their closeness made rage coil through me like fire. My blood boiled with the need for vengeance. Even as the darkness swallowed me again, one thought echoed in my mind: “No, Alexander. You will not die. Not before avenging your parents, crushing those fools, and punishing the one who stabbed you in the back.” .... Estelle POV: Several months later. “You can’t keep him hidden, Estelle! He’s the strongest werewolf in the entire country. If your fiancé Jack finds out, things will get even worse for you!” The shout came from a girl who slammed her hand on the table beside my bed. Estelle, who was holding my hand and staring at my lips, ignored her completely.