Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Auren POV

The morning air was cool as I hurried through the pack house, balancing a tray of breakfast plates. The faint smell of caramel and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the halls, but it did little to soothe the anxiety brewing in my chest. Today was my birthday—my eighteenth-the day I would smell my mate who would take me away from this cursed life. Life as an orphan omega in our pack was riddled with hardships and misery.

"Do you plan on making me wait all morning, Auren?" Maris's sharp voice cut through my thoughts like a whip as I entered the dining room.

Maris was Alpha Bram's betrothed. He was thirty-three years old and still unmated. Maris was twenty-seven and daughter of the Alpha of Iron Pine pack. They had met each other in the annual mating ball about a year ago.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, bowing my head. Her dark, carefully fashioned curls shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the wide windows of the dining hall, and her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the table impatiently. Everyone knew Maris would be the Luna soon. She carried herself like it, with a sharp tongue and a sharper glare.

She narrowed her eyes at the tray in my hands. "Where's my almond latte? I specifically asked for it."

"It's coming, Maris-" I stopped myself, flinching. "I'll get it right away."

Her lips curved into a cruel sneer. "See that you do. I'd hate to have to speak to Bram about your incompetence." I didn't know why was it that she hated me so much. It was like she was always finding an excuse to punish me.

The other maids, already standing around the table, exchanged knowing looks. One of them, a tall brunette named Reya, a sycophant, shot me a glare. "Honestly, Auren, you should be more careful. Lady Maris has enough to deal with without you messing up her morning."

"Right," chimed in another maid, Hyra, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "She's practically running this pack already. You should be grateful she even lets you serve her."

tighter to keep my hands from trembling. "Yes,

voice stopped me in my tracks. "And don't call me Maris like we're equals. It's Luna Maris to you." Her words were laced with venom, and the maids chuckled. My cheeks burned, but I didn't argue. She wasn't a Luna, but she liked

to humiliate me for no reason. And no one remembered my birthday. Usually everyone got a note from the Alpha wishing them Happy Birthday, but

eyes stared back at me, her blonde hair pulled into a loose braid. My face looked paler than usual and my expression was weary. It was a known fact that we got our wolves at sixteen and smelled our mates as soon as we turned eighteen, but why didn't

whispered to myself. "Keep

like just another day. The air felt charged. I allowed that

round of scornful looks and remarks, I retreated to the laundry room to catch my breath. That's when it hit me —a scent unlike anything I'd ever smelled before. Warm and earthy, like pine trees after a rainstorm, with a hint of musk. My pulse quickened. My

'Mate.'

The mouthwatering scent tugged at me, pulling me out of the laundry room and down the hall. My feet moved on their own, guided by an invisible thread. The scent made my chest tighten, pulling me as if it

mate!' Siena said enthusiastically.

in the morning light. My eyes scanned

Alpha Bram Reed.

goddess had made Alpha Bram my mate. Shock mingled with awe. The world around me faded as

his sharp features were set in a look of concentration as he demonstrated a fighting move. The sunlight caught the

My mate. My Alpha. He was going to pull

a crush on him. All I wanted was to reach him and fall into his arms as he

he behaving so coldly? Didn't he

his expression shifted. His body stiffened, and his warm, amber eyes turned cold. The flicker

I took a few more steps toward him, Maris came into my peripheral

excitedly, elbowing me roughly, nudging past me, making me stumble to

his arms for Maris who rushed to him and hugged him tightly. She tipped her head up