Alpha Alec's Redemption

Alec

I stared at the pages in the book, but nothing made any sense. For me, it’s nothing but a blur of texts. and words that don’t really give me a f**g idea about what I’m dealing with.

“So we still have nothing?” I asked as I stared at my beta and **a.

For **g years, that s**d curse has been a thorn in my side. My father knew nothing of it, only what his father and the elders told him. The only one who could shed light on it-on what led to it or if there was a way to break it-was my great-grandfather, and he was long dead.

My grandfather said that the curse was placed on us when his father was still Alpha of the pack. Unfortunately, when the curse was placed, he was still a baby, about a year or so old. So, of course, he didn’t really know what went down, who cursed us, or why they did.

The burden was placed on him after he became Alpha and my great-grandfather had died. Then the burden was transferred to my dad and then to me. The burden of breaking this curse was a curse in itself, a burden that has been transferred from son to son for three generations and at this point I’m starting to think it will end with me-not that I’d be breaking it, but that my whole pack would be wiped out before the burden fell to my son.

“Yes,” Micah answered, pulling me back to the present. “We still don’t know how the whole thing started or why anyone would curse us”

I stood up from my seat and moved to the window that oversaw the lush fields of my pack. Pack members were all about doing their thing. Children were playing, teenagers messing around, warriors were training and the others who didn’t work within pack borders were just relaxing.

My hands ball into fists. It wasn’t f**g fair that we would all die if I couldn’t break the d*n c*urse. All the kids, at least the few we had, wouldn’t get to live to adulthood, and the same fate awaited the teens.

I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t f**g allow that. We deserved better than to die at the hands of a plague no one understood.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“What do we have so far?” I asked, turning away from the window, more determined than ever.

We were in my office in the pack house. I took my seat again and focused on Jason and Micah. No one else knew about the curse except for the three of us and the elders. We decided to keep it quiet to avoid panic and words unintentionally landing in the wrong hands.

“It was placed during your great granddad’s time as alpha. No one knows much about it except that we are expected to start weakening physically, our sense diminishing and losing our wolves. Eventually we will die, either because we’ll be too weak for our bodies to function or other packs will notice our weakness and attack,” Jason answered, his eyes expressing the worry and fear of what’s to come.

It was already happening. We haven’t had a birth in a decade. The youngest child is eight years old. There is also the fact that we’ve noticed how more and more pack members are easily getting sick and dying. Some warriors aren’t as strong as they used to be. We also have a few members who have lost their wolves already and are nothing but a shadow of their former selver

Of course, pack member have noticed these strange things, but no one so far has connected the pieces. No one has realized that these things are connected. The elders have encouraged them to pray to the goddess for favor and that’s what they’ve been fervently doing

if things continue to get worse, we’ll have to tell them the d**n truth.

“We also know the prophecy that your mate was meant to break the curse, but then shit happened. and Lola rejected you,” Micah added, his eyes pointedly staring at me in an accusatory manner.

Iglared at him, trying to ignore the pain that slashed through my chest at the reminder. I still hadn’t gotten over the rejection, and I doubt I’ll ever get over Lola.