Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Nathaniel's Point of View

I kept a tight eye on Mackenzie as she slept while I sat in the chair that faced her bed. She remained unconscious and had several bruises. Her eyes and lips were swollen and a deep purplish color as she looked in the mirror. I was at a loss for words regarding how I felt about her.

She was already one of our prisoners, but she was going to be the one and only slave we kept. My brothers, fortunately for her, did not permit any of the male pack members to have their way with her and stopped them from doing so when they attempted to do so. All of the female members of this pack were subjected to sexual harassment and assault at the hands of the male members of our pack, who also engaged in abusive behavior toward them. When it came to Mackenzie, though, things were handled very differently.

The eldest of our brothers, Declan, issued a threatening statement to anyone who dared to touch her, saying that they would be put to death.

He did not provide any additional justification and instead simply stated that she was not available for him to pursue. After that, I had the dawning realization that she was about to cause a commotion very soon. I couldn't shake the feeling that this lady would stir up trouble for our group if she were here.

In the past, if we went on an expedition and brought back a slave, we would take turns trading places with that slave whenever we grew bored.

It was a cruel and inhumane manner for us to give the others "a bone" before they passed away. After some time had passed, it was time to start looking for a new slave.

I couldn't care less. It doesn't bother me in the least if other guys, especially these specific ones, get a taste of our slave. In fact, I welcome it. My feelings toward her were nothing but contemptuous from the minute I first lay eyes on her. When I initially came into contact with her, I had a sudden onslaught of wrath.

I started cursing her as soon as I realized that my inner wolf, Hudson, had a different reaction to her than I was expecting. What Hudson had shared with me about her was so amazing that I had a hard time believing it myself.

-Flashback-

As soon as I heard the mayhem, I said under my breath, "Here we fucking go again." When we were on the quest for a new "pseudo-mate," we never went inside the territory of any pack; instead, we waited outside its limits.

After the Moon Goddess had cursed us, my parents continued what they believed to be an important ritual, despite the fact that it was messed up.

They would swiftly send my brothers and me away whenever we asked them why we were supposed to be cursed, so we were never informed of the reason why we were supposed to be cursed. As a direct consequence of this, we stopped asking questions and eventually began cooperating with whatever it was that they required of us.

What did it all signify in terms of this curse, and how did it come about? It was foretold that neither of us would ever experience real love nor be able to have children of our own.

The rest of my family placed a lot of importance on it, but it didn't really matter to me at all.

My parents had an obsessive obsession with having children of pure blood and then rearing those children in the right way. They had the intention of carrying on the alpha and luna bloodlines so that our pack would continue to be a formidable force.

My failure to meet the requirements of society has prevented me from ever having a romantic relationship or being able to have children.

It seemed to me like a flaw that had been introduced into the werewolf race by the Moon Goddess, and that was the same reason that my parents developed this macabre ritual in the first place: to break the curse. To me, it seemed as though the Moon Goddess had introduced the flaw into the werewolf race.

We would go on a new journey each year with the goal of finding new packs that had daughters as their firstborn offspring and living in a variety of different areas. On the other hand, she should be the product of an authentic alpha and a luna.

It will need a lot of packs in order to fulfill the standards of my parents. Greedy people are the only ones who would act in such a way. As a result, whenever my parents weren't successful in getting their way, they resorted to using force to obtain what they wanted, just as they do now. This continued even after they had children of their own.

"Do you imagine she'll be more lovely than the woman who came before her?" Finley, who is the youngest of us, questioned it.

"Is there a difference that it makes?" I muttered under my breath, "We're all just going to screw her till she dies," which caused him to feel let down.

"Sure, sure. However, if they weren't at least attractive to look at, I'd rather fuck someone who was attractive than someone who wasn't."

He did make a good point, but I didn't give a damn about it. After the fifty-fifth girl, I had reached the point where I was so fed up with these techniques that I didn't want to put even the tip of my dick into any woman any longer.

I only did it because I was forced to in order to satisfy a ridiculous requirement.

This was the one hundredth girl, and I've decided that rather than take part in this insanity, I'd rather go home or hunt a bear.

Declan stated, "She's going to show up."

Our attention was pulled to a young female wolf that was desperately trying to escape from our troops.

She was quick, there was no doubt about that, but not quick enough to outpace even the most sluggish of our fighters. She had no more good fortune.

Almost immediately after that, one of our warriors tackled her to the ground and bit the back of her neck to subdue her before anyone else could stop him from doing so.

She groaned and whined as she attempted to extricate herself from his clutches, but it was clear that she had reached her physical and mental breaking point. The fact that there was blood all over her light gray fur provided strong evidence that she had also been the victim of serious physical abuse.

Because we were there, we saw her fight, pass out, and eventually turn into a human being despite everything she went through.

"Enough!" Declan let out a roar as the warrior continued to make an attempt to bite down on her while she lay almost unconscious on the ground.

The cretinous moron was not hired for the position. Finley laughed and said, "We're not supposed to murder her on the first day; we're supposed to keep her alive."

"Go grab her, Nathaniel," Declan replied.

I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and approached the young she-wolf with an air of hesitation that I was unable to place my finger on.

I crouched down next to her before lifting her over my shoulders, but as soon as her skin made contact with mine, her scent bombarded my senses. I tried to ignore it at first, but eventually I gave in. After that, I hoisted her up onto my shoulders and held her there. After I had finally given her permission to drop to the earth, I became utterly still.

I came to a complete halt in my motions. Her blood had a peculiar look that was much more recognizable than its distinctive odor. My heart started racing as soon as I felt the sensation of her skin against mine. It was something I just couldn't get enough of. It was so unique in comparison to everything else that I had encountered that I instantly felt the agitation of my wild nature.

Mate! Both yours and mine.

Hudson hissed, but I quickly reassured him that it was not possible owing to the curse.

Before I could even begin to comprehend what had taken place, Finley had already arrived.

"Wait, what the hell is going on? I said, "Don't break her yet," He laughed, obviously amused by the way that I responded to her.

He was always able to see the humorous side of every situation, even when he wasn't supposed to.

Declan's repeated command to "Pick her up" caused me to become infuriated.

I had no desire to touch her or inhale her scent once more. The use of the word mate in Hudson culture irritated me. As a direct consequence of this, I glared icily at Declan.

"You effing take her," he said.

Declan took a step toward me and met the intensity of my gaze as we drew even closer together.

Both he and I were aware that the other one of us was not going to back down, so we faced each other while waiting to see who would throw the opening blow in the fight.

Before I could give Declan a blow to the head, Finley uttered the word "Woah."

"What?" Declan pushed me aside so he could pass, and his question was the single thing that made me want to snap his neck more than anything else.

Finley's statement caused me to stare down at the she-wolf once again after it caused me to look at her fragrance. "Aspen enjoyed her scent," Finley added. It was hard for me to imagine that his inner wolf had the same emotions as mine.

When Finley took her wrist and brought it up to his nose, he got the same look that I did when I smelled her, and I knew that meant he felt it too. I knew he felt it because we had the same expression.

What in the name of everything that is holy was going on? What makes this female stand out from the rest?